Chapter 59

I stepped into the room and looked around. It was extravagant and excessive, but I expected that. Lucy owned an old-fashioned four-poster bed that stood high off the ground on stilted legs. The bed had a curtain around it with a canopy above it, and a mirror built into the top so anyone laying on it could look at themselves by looking up. Then she had a private bathroom, currently darkened but with more than a hint of a myriad of feminine luxuries peeking through. A double sink and wall-sized mirror with counters covered in premium skincare products.
The desk with her laptop laying on it was near to the window. Dressers and bureaus sat against one wall, with a sofa against the opposite one, and a wall-mounted TV situated so that she could watch it from the bed or the sofa. Lucy’s room alone was about twice the size of my entire apartment, give or take a regular sized closet or two.
I stopped gaping and convinced myself to check out the laptop. This was probably my best option, right? Except I wasn’t some kind of genius computer hacker. I knew spreadsheets and word processing programs and email and the internet, but…