Overhead, a series of suggestive sounds drifted down.
"You weren't wearing this dress when you left this morning."
"The other one got dirty."
"Oh? What was it? Let me guess, was it…"
"Hiss… What'd you hit me for?"
The man sucked in a sharp breath, but he wasn't about to let her off that easily. "Is it just the dress you changed?"
"You smell different, too. Did you take a shower?"
"...Are you part dog or something?"
Downstairs.
Simon Adler recognized their voices, and a vein throbbed in his temple.
He glanced at Hayes Hughes beside him, trying to discern what was going on.
But Hayes just stood there, stone-faced, blocking his way upstairs.
Simon felt like his entire worldview was about to collapse.
At first, he thought Hayes hadn't recognized who was upstairs and was just being kind, not wanting to disturb a couple in the throes of passion.
But looking at him now, Simon realized Hayes had probably known who it was all along.
