Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II painting

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on the bathroom floor lay two rumpled, damp black towels. Two dry towels still hung on the rack.The shower was in the far-right corner from the entrance to the [105] bathroom. Even if the steam-opaqued glass door had been clear, Ethan couldn’t have seen into that cubicle from any distance.Approaching the stall, he had an image in his mind of the Dunny Whistler whom he expected to encounter. Skin sickly pale where gray, watery sizzle seemed to announce his presence as clearly as if he had triggered an air horn.Nervously, he turned toward the bathroom entrance, expecting some response, but not sure what that might be.Even with the water turned off, steam continued to escape the shower, though in thinner veils, pouring over the top of the glass door and around Ethan.In spite of the moist air, his mouth had gone dry. Pressed togetherimpervious to the pinking effect of hot water. Gray eyes, the whites now pure crimson with hemorrhages.Still holding the gun in his right hand, he gripped the door with his left and, after a hesitation, pulled it open.The stall was unoccupied. Water beat upon the marble floor and swirled down the drain.Leaning into the stall, he reached behind the cascade, to the single control, and turned off the flow.The sudden silence in the wake of the , tongue