Definitely Dead

books, and I promised myself I’d go through that tomorrow. The next door was shut, but I cracked it open to peer inside for a second. It was the door to a narrow, deep, walk-in closet lined with shelves full of items that I didn’t take the time to identify.
    To my relief, the next door was that of the main bathroom, the one with the shower and the tub and a large sink with a dressing table built in. The surface of the surround was littered with cosmetics and an electric curler, still plugged in. Five or six bottles of perfume were lined up on a shelf, and there were crumpled towels in the hamper, spotted with dark blotches. I put my face right down to them; at that range, they emitted an alarming reek. I couldn’t understand why the smell hadn’t pervaded the entire apartment. I picked up the whole hamper, unlocked the French window on the other side of the hall, and set it outside. I left the light on in the bathroom, because I intended to revisit it shortly.
    The last door, set at right angles to all the others and forming the end of the hall, led into Hadley’s bedroom. It was big enough, though not as big as my bedroom at home. It held another large closet, crammed full with clothes. The bed was made, not a Hadley trademark, and I wondered who’d been in the apartment since Hadley had been killed. Someone had entered before the place had been sealed by magic. The bedroom, of course, was completely darkened. The windows had been covered by beautifully painted wood panels, and there were two doors to the room. There was just enough space between them for a person to stand.
    I set my bags on the floor by Hadley’s chest of drawers, and I rooted around until I found my cosmetics bag and my tampons. Trudging back into the bathroom, I extricated my toothbrush and toothpaste from the small bag and had the delight of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I felt a little more human after that, but not much. I switched out the bathroom light and pulled back the covers on the bed, which was low and broad. The sheets startled me so much that I stood there with my lips curled. They were disgusting: black satin, for God’s sake! And not even real satin, but some synthetic. Give me percale or 100% cotton, any day. However, I wasn’t going to hunt down another set of sheets at this hour of the morning. Besides, what if this was all she had?
    I climbed into the king-size bed—well, I slithered into the king-size bed—and after an uneasy wiggle or two to get used to the feel of them, I managed to fall asleep between those sheets just fine.

Chapter 14
    SOMEONE WAS PINCHING MY TOE AND SAYING “WAKE up! Wake up!” I roared back to consciousness in a terrified rush, my eyes opening on the unfamiliar room streaming with sunshine. A woman I didn’t know was standing at the foot of the bed.
    “Who the hell are you?” I was irritated, but not scared. She didn’t look dangerous. She was about my age, and she was very tan. Her chestnut hair was short, her eyes a bright blue, and she was wearing khaki shorts and a white shirt that hung open over a coral tank top. She was rushing the season a little.
    “I’m Amelia Broadway. I own the building.”
    “Why are you in here waking me up?”
    “I heard Cataliades in the courtyard last night, and I figured he’d brought you back to clean out Hadley’s apartment. I wanted to talk to you.”
    “And you couldn’t wait until I woke up? And you used a key to get in, instead of ringing the doorbell? What’s wrong with you?”
    She was definitely startled. For the first time, Amelia Broadway looked as if she realized she could have handled the situation better. “Well, see, I’ve been worried,” she said in a subdued way.
    “Yeah? Me, too,” I said. “Join the club. I’m plenty worried right now. Now get out of here and wait for me in the living room, okay?”
    “Sure,” she said. “I can do that.”
    I let my heart rate get back to normal before I slid out of bed. Then I made the bed quickly and pulled some clothes out of my bag. I shuffled into the bathroom, catching a quick glimpse of my uninvited guest as I went from bedroom to bath. She was dusting the living room with a cloth that looked suspiciously like a man’s flannel shirt. O-kay.
    I showered as quickly as I could, slapped on a little makeup, and came out barefoot but clad in jeans and a blue T-shirt.
    Amelia Broadway stopped her housecleaning and stared at me. “You don’t look a thing like