Scott’s mind was slightly dizzy from all the whisky he had drunk at the office after everyone left the company. He had been in a bad mood since the previous night when he left the shower and realized that Florence was not in his bedroom as he supposed she would.

At first, he simply thought she was still in the kitchen or somewhere else in the apartment, but when he looked around and didn’t find her, the guest room was the only place left for him to check.

It made no sense the ...