Chapter 82

“What if someone comes up here? Won’t they wonder why it looks like someone’s living here?” Kurt asked.

“So far, the only time anyone does come up has been to get rid of another piece of furniture,” Jon replied. “My guess is, since we’re at the far end of the attic, they figure our rooms are crammed with junk already so they leave whatever in one closer to the stairs.”

By the time Brody got back, all that was left in the room was a tiny table, two chairs, and the mattress, set on a bed frame they had scrounged from one of the other rooms. It had even been dusted and cleaned of the cobwebs that had festooned the corners by the ceiling.

Brody had found a portfolio in Kurt’s closet, he said, and filled it with every photo hanging on the walls of the apartment. Now, he spread them out on the mattress so everyone could take a look.

“If you all want some, go ahead,” Kurt said. “There’s way too many for this tiny room.”