Nell stiffened. He’d done something after he tripped her. He’d picked up her portfolio.
Seemed overly dramatic to think he’d used the moment of inattention by his possible killer to pass on the message he could have passed on when he wasn’t about to die. She jumped up, almost losing her towel. She re-secured it. It was crazy, illogical even, but it didn’t hurt anything to look. She flung open the door…
…and came face to face with...
Alex stared morosely at the rising sun wondering which would be harder. Getting the kinks out of his back or getting rid of the headache from too little sleep and too much thinking. Thinking was overrated, but in the dark reaches of the night, hard to stop. He’d made the rounds, gone up some stairs, down some others, checked windows and doors, with worry bal
