folded, smiling as he said, "You’ve no idea what I’m thinking, do you?" "Apparently not," I replied. Another chuckle passed through his lips as he reached for the paper on which I’d been writing and tore it from the pad. "Your keys are in the purse you left in my car last night, I presume," he asked, and I nodded in return. "Take your time in the bath," he said, "I’m going to be awhile." His last comment before leaving struck me as unusual. Andre knew where I lived and it