The Tooth Collector (and Other Tales Of Terror) - Plot & Excerpts
He opened the door about two inches and peered through the crack. The metal latch prevented it from opening any further. Mr. Ahmed was breathing hard. Perspiration moistened his forehead, and his black hair glistened like an oil slick. “All is fine,” he bluntly assured me. I tried to peer over his shoulder into the room, but he deliberately filled every inch of the opening and cleared his throat as if to say, Get on with it. What is this about? “A guest reported hearing a scream through the walls. I was worried Mrs. Ahmed may have… taken a fall or twisted her ankle.” ”All is fine,” he repeated, glaring at me with dark eyes. He began to close the door. “May I see her?” I asked. “You know… just to follow up… to close the report.” He stopped and flashed me an insulted expression. “She is not veiled. No visitors. You can close the report.” He shut the door in my face. The next evening, I waited for the woman with the gorgeous amber eyes to fetch her husband some ice.
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