On the third attempt, the whole grille came away from the window. It was surprisingly heavy. He placed it carefully on the floor. The thick carpet muffled any sound, as it had done when he had moved the chest. ‘After you,’ he said to Laurent, who was staring at him. Laurent almost looked as though he was going to speak, but then he just nodded, pulled himself through the window and dropped soundlessly into the alley behind the brothel. Damen followed.
HE'S SPEECHLESS. LAURENT. WHO ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT TO SAY. HE'S SPEECHLESS. HAHAHA
