The silence in the bedroom was heavy now. Salvatore stood in the middle of the room, his chest still heaving slightly from the physical exertion of handling his friend.
He ran a hand through his hair and looked toward the small table near the window. He smirked.
"Get out," Salvatore said. His voice was not loud, but it was incredibly firm. "I know you are there."
Inside the closet, Milo felt his heart stop. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, wishing he could vanish into the expensive suits hanging around him.
Was Salvatore calling for him? How did the man know he was there? Had he made a sound?
Damn... You're finished, Milo!
Milo gulped. He stayed there for quite a while, hoping maybe Salvatore was talking to someone else.
But the man was alone now. With him.
Salvatore stood up impatiently. "Milo, get out! I know you're there!"
Milo held his breath as the man clearly called his name. How? How did the man know he was there?
