He looked back at the basement door. What would he find, if he went back down there? Would it be empty like he left it, or would it match the rest of the house, furnished with taste? He didn’t want to know. Making his way to the main staircase, he trotted up them to the second floor, feeling vulnerable without clothing. He passed what looked like two guestrooms, then entered the master suite. A gorgeous king-size bed, mahogany to match the dressers, took center stage.