I held my clothes against my naked body as Bruno crossed the hall again to the room next door to Michael's and knocked. While we waited I glanced over at Michael's door. There was no light on under it; I figured he had gone to bed. I was pulled back in front of me when the door opened. This man reminded me of a cross between my father and grandfather.

His salt and pepper hair was brushed neatly back away from his face. His upper lip was covered by a bushy mustache the same color of his hair. His eyes a soft green color looked over me. Like the others,...