6:58 AM
Jane was extremely nervous, but there was no changing the shift rota's just because she didn't like a client. That had been made perfectly crystal clear. So here she was, ten am, on the dot, psyching herself up to knock on Mr Avery's door. She really didn't want to do this. But she had to. So she did, albeit quietly, knock on the door.
No answer. Could she be that lucky? Could he be out? Only one way to find out. Using her passkey, Jane let herself in. A quick tour of the apartment, and his bedroom, and she knew he wasn't there. Now she wanted to hurry up, and get finished before he came back. She moved the trolley into the apartment and almost ran to the kitchen to get started. Whoever had been in here on Wednesday they hadn't been very thorough, it was going to take ages to get this mess cleaned up the way Avery liked it.
Jane shook her head, she had to try. Besides, it was her job. So she got on with it. She worked hard and fast, pushing herself more than perhaps she should while she was recuperating, but she had the kitchen sparkling, and the lounge almost finished when she heard a key in the lock. In her head a mantra, please, let it be Lucas, please, let it be Lucas, started up, and refused to go away, even as she kept cleaning.
No answer. Could she be that lucky? Could he be out? Only one way to find out. Using her passkey, Jane let herself in. A quick tour of the apartment, and his bedroom, and she knew he wasn't there. Now she wanted to hurry up, and get finished before he came back. She moved the trolley into the apartment and almost ran to the kitchen to get started. Whoever had been in here on Wednesday they hadn't been very thorough, it was going to take ages to get this mess cleaned up the way Avery liked it.
Jane shook her head, she had to try. Besides, it was her job. So she got on with it. She worked hard and fast, pushing herself more than perhaps she should while she was recuperating, but she had the kitchen sparkling, and the lounge almost finished when she heard a key in the lock. In her head a mantra, please, let it be Lucas, please, let it be Lucas, started up, and refused to go away, even as she kept cleaning.