Most women waited nervously on whatever seating in the scene looked the most innocent, so I was surprised not to find the young woman perched on the blue velvet couch or anywhere in the main room. Next most likely was the bed, but even from here, I could see she wasn't inside the bedroom. Her yellow suitcase was still by the bedroom door, an artificial but not unpleasant floral fragrance emanating from inside. She was downstairs. Brave little human. I rolled my shoulders and grinned at the open door to the basement. It would be a nice change of pace not to have to tiptoe too much at the
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