The placid expression had vanished. Now, the parts of his face that had always seemed rounded and soft had turned hard. His glasses reflected blank light as he moved, slowly, back to the door and unlocked it. Stepped through. Shut it behind himself. They were too far away to hear the locks being fastened, but Riya could see the door shiver as the bolts were turned. After a moment, lights began to turn on. One room at a time, the glow gradually spread through the building. Riya had the distinct impression that Vickers was searching the house.
