Chapter 172

He paused outside his bedroom door, key in hand, and took a moment to really watch around. Nothing seemed out of place. But the feeling persisted, that nagging sensation that someone had been where they shouldn't have been.

Pushing open the door, he stepped inside and immediately began scanning the room with the precision of a man who'd survived this long by paying attention to details.

Everything looked exactly as he'd left it that morning, bed made neatly, papers stacked neatly on his desk, cologne bottles arranged just so on the dresser.

He'd asked that no one enter him room when he isn't around, not even to clean...