Chapter 89: You want results, you got to get dirty

When he arrived Elisabeth was out on the balcony dozing with nothing around her to indicate activity. He noticed the difference to the apartment immediately. Books were everywhere, filling the few shelves and stacked against the walls.

'I got some of her stuff out of storage.' Honey spoke softly, a forefinger to her lips. Minus cosmetics her colouring was less dramatic.

She noticed the scrutiny. 'Uh I know, I look disgusting but I can't be bothered.'

She was far from disgusting and knew it. Robert smiled as his attention wandered to what had replaced the holiday prints adorning the walls. There were three pictures. A dramatic Japanese triptych framed in oriental red and gold, and an intensely coloured copy of a plate from a medieval book of hours with the luminosity of silk framed in ornate gilt.