Chapter 15: Attic TripLess than a half hour later, behind one of the massive oak doors on the second floor of the lake house, I found the stairway that led to the dark and spider-infested attic. With the binoculars in hand I opened the door and saw the narrow flight of steps that led into thick darkness above. I pushed stringy spider webs out of the way with one hand. Breaking through the shadows, I ascended to the attic, a devilish smile on my face, desiring nothing more than to spy on the pool boy.
The thick air was sinister, dusty, and dry, like old newspapers or books. Dust floated, performing some afternoon dance with me, caressing my arms, nostrils, legs, eyelids, and brows. I pushed through the dust and webs like a trained military man, skilled, and kept up my pace, unwilling to tu
