She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. ‘Certainly you must have seen her. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical. She could not say to Michelle that the Vorsack house had more than just a little tinge of “bad”. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. She would have to leave very soon.
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