“The door is real velvet.” This was not the detail that Samuels was hoping for.
“The handles are large, and of brass.’ Nor were these.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t torture him, you brute. Besides, you still haven’t given me one good reason why I should go down there.”
“I think we must pool our resources with Miss Kawecka, aka Violet, if we are to increase our chances of success.”
“I’ll pool her bloody resources and no mistake, the wanton!”
Mr Samuels appeared to have run out of arguments. Luckily, somewhere inside Cassandra, more compelling arguments must have formed, for she soon announced her intention to have a look at the bloody slapper since she’d come all this way in the dead of night. She thrust back her shoulders, and descended, followed by Samuels. I meant to follow o
