Then, flashing me a look of utter loathing, she closed the door behind her. I looked around and found myself in what appeared to be a cozy sitting room. A fire blazed in the fireplace, casting flickering shadows over a dainty, low table in front of it. On the table sat a silver coffee service and two cups with saucers. Like the other rooms I had seen so far, this one was lit softly and was filled with beautiful furniture. The only item that seemed out of place was a medical bag that sat on the floor next to the sofa. Nobody was in here. I walked through the open doorway on the other side of the room into a large bedroom. A huge four-poster bed took up the middle of the room, and a fireplace stood cold several feet from the foot of the bed. Nobody was in here, either. I walked quietly to a door that stood ajar on the opposite side of the room and slowly pushed it open. “Hello? Miss Hallstead?” I asked. I stood in the doorway looking into a richly appointed office. The focal point of the room was a huge desk with a smart leather chair behind it.
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