The Master's Child
A balcony with glass-fronted terrace doors, standing open to the night air, with only a mosquito screen blocking my way.
Hugging the wall, a quick peek through the first window...
A bedroom... An unoccupied bedroom. A door on the far side is closed, light visible through the gap at floor level, and from beyond, the sound of voices...
The screen is the roller-shutter kind, clipped at the base from the inside, but inserting the point of my knife unclips it. Gripping the tag, I let it roll up slowly, trying to keep the squeak of the spring to a minimum, then suppress a curse as one of the night-biters Squees by my ear...
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