Since they had been welcomed inside, Toz and Stitches opened the door and stepped into the house. The gruff voice had come directly from the opposite side of the door, so the two had expected some type of bodyguard standing in the doorway, but the house looked completely devoid of people.
Toz looked around to see if there was anyone around. His feeling that someone was nearby had gotten stronger, but all he saw were various paintings hung up and covering the walls or standing on the floor resting against furniture. He saw a few who hadn't been framed yet that were draped over sofas. The place looked cluttered, and Toz couldn't tell if there was a living room or kitchen anywhere, but he noticed that everything had been arranged with care.
The paintings on the walls weren't tilting or about to fall down, and none of the other paintings overlapped and covered one another. The ones without frames were also put so they wouldn't be damaged by how they lay.
