Chapter 43
He relaxed under the water, enjoying the heat. Enjoying the feeling of the water on his groin, spilling over his ass, running down his legs.
Then he sensed something different.
An almost imperceptible change in the air put Doyle on alert. He peered out beyond the glass into the steam-filled room. Steadying himself, he assumed a defensive position and listened hard. Something wasn’t right.
Then he heard the soft thud of something. But the shower mist was thick and obscured everything in the room. Doyle backed into a corner in the large walk-in shower. And waited.
Before long, the tall figure moved toward the shower stall and right for him. Doyle watched, mesmerized. Another figment of his imagination? Another round of thoughts he couldn’t wash away?
A moment after this thought, he had his answer.