McGuinn waited until early evening before he knocked once softly on her door and stood waiting without speaking. Minutes passed before he heard the lock turn and the door open. She stood there, the same and yet different, her blank face pale with exhaustion, tousled with sleep, dark circles under her eyes. She had thrown on her clothes before opening the door, jeans unbuttoned, braless under her wrinkled T-shirt. She gave him a quick look, stepped back and attempted to close the door in his face. He was too fast. He caught it easily, leaned into the door, almost casually, and sent her sprawling backwards on the bed. He turned automatically and locked the door behind him.