Although clothes were still in the wardrobe, the room had an air of impermanence, as though the occupant had been reluctant to make herself feel like she belonged there. He rifled through the chest of drawers, careful to leave no evidence of his search. A minute was all he needed to go over the rest of the bedroom, his gloved hands leaving no trace of his activities. The kitchen presented no challenge at all. No personal papers, no letters, no notepads. If she'd had those, she must have taken them with her. There was nothing in the fridge of a perishable nature, the only sign she might not be returning within a day or two. The bathrooms of many women had taught him that the few items left in this one were a good indication that the owner had definitely left. When deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste were gone, it was a safe bet their owner would be away for a while. Annoyance hastened his movements, and he jerked opened the door to the other room opening off the living room.
