"Going somewhere?" I didn't wait for Barry Clement to invite me in, pushing my way into his small apartment the moment he answered the door, taking in the luggage in his tiny living room, his unsettled state. He had to have been unsettled to not check to see who was knocking.

He scowled, backing away, shaking his head. "I don't have to answer your questions," he said.

"Perhaps," Jill said, sauntering in behind me, "but you would be advised to answer mine, Mr. ...