October 24
The front door opened up, and inside the screen door she saw a tall figure. “Jeanne?” he said.
“Yes,” she said. “Is Rob awake?”
“He will be soon enough,” the man said. He opened the screen door and stepped out under the porch light; it was Rob’s father. “Sorry to make you go through all this.”
I’ll bet you aren’t, she thought. “It’s no trouble at all.”
“Well, you’d better come inside,” Alex said. “Don’t want you getting caught in the rain.”
She entered the house cautiously. “Thank you,” she said.
“Sorry for the mess,” Alex said. “As soon as… Rob’s better,” he said, “we’ll be cleaning everything up.”
“I see,” Jeanne said. The living room was indeed a disaster area; she saw a toppled bookshelf, with heavy tomes scattered across the floor. The big-screen television was on, showing some action movie or another, but the sound was muted. “I hope that’s soon.”
“It will be,” Alex said. “Just between you and me, I think he’s faking.”
“That’s possible,” Jeanne said. “He’s upstairs, you said?”
“In a minute,” Alex said. “Would you like something to drink? Some soda, maybe?”
“No, no thank you,” Jeanne said. Detective Frank had given her strict instructions not to eat or drink anything Alex might offer her. “I just ate. I’m fine, thank you.”
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