I thought I heard moaning or wailing toward the bathroom so I eased over to the door and pushed it open.
I could see the outline of Tiffany’s glorious naked body behind the shower curtain. She was soaping herself all over and quietly humming.
She saw someone there with a gun and screamed. She pulled back the curtain just enough to see it was me.
“Jake Randolph! You scared the hell out of me!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, putting my gun away.
“How did you get in here?”
“I… kind of… broke the lock on the door.”
“You did what?”