He stepped back fast toward the open window, banging his elbow on the frame of my vanity chair.

“You were supposed to be at Gable’s place all morning,” Rob said.

“Arthur told me a friend of mine phoned him at seven thirty,” I said.

Vanessa moved between me and the suitcase, folding her arms tight over her denim shirt.

“We were only talking, Daniel,” she said.

“Rob came over to help me move some heavy storage boxes.”

“There aren’t any storage boxes up here,” I said.

“You’ve got no right to come bursting into this room like this,” she said.