He eased inside to find a room that was barely furnished.

 

The layout of the house was open and spacious, but the few pieces of furniture

all looked generic. Rogers wondered if this was Quentin’s home or simply a

rental.

 

He looked around for a minute and found a piece of mail with the house’s address

on it. The addressee was a corporation: VacationsNC, LLC. So this was probably a

rental.

 

He headed up the stairs, conscious of every sound in the house.

 

From upstairs he heard what he expected to hear. Two young people screwing each

other’s brains out.

 

But they would finish at some point. People always did.

 

He reached the landing and followed the sounds down to the last bedroom on the

left. There was another room catty-corner from that.

 

He slipped in there and kept the door partially open. From this vantage point he

could see into the bedroom across the hall.

 

A naked Suzanne Davis was astride Quentin.