Chapter 28

At the top of the staircase is a closed door. Jim fumbles his keys out of his pocket and unlocks it. “It isn’t exactly a palatial mansion—”

“Come on, mate, mine isn’t either,” Alan says.

With a smile, Jim leans against the door as he opens it, letting Alan inside. “But it’s home. Come on in. Don’t mind the mess.”

Alan doesn’t know what he’s talking about—the place is spotless. The door opens onto a small foyer with a coat closet on the right, a hallway on the left, and the living room dead ahead. Off the living room is a small dining area with a bistro-style table surrounded by a quartet of tall chairs, and from where he stands, Alan can see a pair of French doors leading to a small balcony.

Closing the door behind them, Jim says, “It really isn’tmuch.”

“You have a balcony.” Alan nods in that direction. “That’s more than me.”