Chapter 47: Chapter 47

I filled out the registration card and returned her smile. “Yes, isn’t it?”

“He’s staying just down the hall from you in the St. Andrew.” People were only too willing to talk, if given half a chance. “I believe my husband told me he’s gone outfor a short while, but he should be back in time for dinner, which is served at 7:30.” She handed me the key to my room.

I took it and went up to the second floor, glancing toward the rear of the house whereMark’s room was situated.

My room, the Harpooner, was small, with an attached bath. I dropped my carry-on in a corner, and from habit I took the time to examine the room.

An armoire served in place of a closet, and the bathroom had a shower stall instead ofa tub.

A single window looked out over the street that ran in front of Proven House, letting in the last of the afternoon light. Another wall had a fireplace with a simple oak mantel.