Chapter 15

He belatedly remembered he was holding Armand’s door open, and stepped inside, closing it behind himself. The living room, he saw as he moved out of the hallway, stretched to either side, with a dining table at the left, and a huge leather sofa with matching easy chairs at the right. To the left, a bar separated the area from a full-sized ultra-modern kitchen. Through a doorway on the left wall, he could see a desk and computer—Armand’s office. The doorway on the right wall must lead to the bedroom.

“Laundry area’s back here,” Armand said, sliding a door sideways and exposing the area next to the entrance hall. “Don’t try to wash anything before I show you how to work the machines, okay?”

“I’m afraid to touch them.” J.T. peered into the little room. The washer and dryer were stacked on top of each other, both of them front-loading. He’d never seen so many buttons and blinking lights. There was even a little table for folding clothes, and an ironing board hanging from one wall.