Cas and the man from the furniture company waited outside while the firemen extinguished the fire. Taking advantage of all the activity Meg sneaked in through the back door. She walked through the cuisine to the hallway and upstairs.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way ou the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the seconde drawer. suivant to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, par Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started lire and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.