It was locked, so he slammed his shoulder up against the door, once, twice, three times. Finally the door frame began to splinter as he put his weight behind it and got angrier and angrier, and finally it slammed open. What it revealed was a fairly spacious bedroom showing signs of damage—broken mirrors and a shredded chair were strewn across the wheat-colored carpet, the bed listed to the side in a broken wooden frame—but what caught his eye was the movement of the curtain. The color of eggshells, it billowed and flapped in the breeze coming from the broken window like a trapped and frantic ghost. The smell of cat was strong, as this one had clearly marked its territory, but there was something else. The faint smell of Ferragamo 82 Andrea Speed aftershave permeated the room beneath the cat scent, and he knew of only one person in this place who wore Ferragamo: Eli. Rainbow walked into the broken room, squeezing past him, and looked around with genuine shock. “He… he said he wasn’t feeling well.…”
