To his surprise, it wasn't Anabel. A young lady with long, curly hair and a bright smile walked out of the room, chatting with the man who had accompanied Anabel the night before. She dressed slutty like a call girl.

Desmond's confusion deepened. He couldn't say. anything. He thought back to the previous night, when he had seen Anabel enter the room with the man. He had assumed they were together all night, but now he wasn't so sure.

The lady caught his eyes and smiled, and Desmond felt a ...