Don't Say A Word Author:Andrew Klavan The bathroom door opened behind him. Conrad glanced over his shoulder. Aggie had come out wrapped in his white terry cloth bathrobe. It was too big for her and came up around her ears like a high collar. Her blue eyes blinked out from it gaily. — "Sweetheart?" he said. "Isn't that the apartment where the old lady got killed?" — "Which?" Aggie, who... more » loved gossip of all kinds, was immediately attentive. SHe approached him as he gestured toward the dark window.
"Yeah, that's it. Lucia Sinclair's place. Or Park Avenue House of Death as we faithful readers of the Post call it. Why?"
"Has anyone moved in there?"
"Not that I've heard. And I would've heard."
"Huh," Conrad said. "I thought I just saw someone light a match in the window."
Aggie wrinkled her nose. "I can't believe anyone would want to rent it yet, after what they did to that poor woman. Remember the papers said they kept her alive while they...?"
Conrad laughed and turned to her, holding up his hand. With a single graceful motion, she shrugged off the bathrobe. "Just forget the whold thing," she said softly. "And close those curtains. You never know who might be watching."« less