Chapter 17

Of course, I investigated the cabin by peeping inside windows, sometimes standing on the tips of my boots, peering through icy and chilled planes of glass. To my surprise, Kane kept a tidy residence. Pillows looked fluffed on the Scandinavian-style sofa, shelves were lined with hardback Patricia Cornwell novels, free of dust. The floorboards, a strong walnut brown, gleamed from a fresh waxing. Three other rooms inside the cabin were just as immaculate. The bedroom’s full-sized bed looked freshly made with a clean bedspread, the bathroom’s white porcelain shined, and the kitchen, a sliver of a room with minimal space, sparkled from a morning’s cleaning sweep. Perhaps anal-retentive or having a fear of germs, Kane kept a ship-shape cabin anyone would have felt comfortable staying over in.

More trespassing ensued.