Pull yourself together, he told himself. There must be thousands of men who look like you. Even if he did tell the police what I look like, how could the police find me ?
He leaned against the door, listening to the dog as it continued to snuffle, its nose hard against the bottom of the door.
Then Ken heard the stairs creak.
“Leo!”
Sweeting’s soft effeminate voice made Ken’s heart skip a beat.
“Leo! Come here!”
The dog continued to snuffle against the door.
Ken waited. His heart thudded so violently he was scared Sweeting would hear it.
“If you won’t come down, then I must come up,” Sweeting said. “It’s most unkind of you, Leo.”
More stairs creaked, and Ken stepped back hurriedly, holding his breath.