Anna Jadwin tentatively twisted the doorknob. Wayne Bailey usually didn't lock his study, as Wilfred used to stand by the door, always ready to report to him.
At night, however, he did lock both doors to his bedroom.
Now that Wilfred was gone, there was nobody standing at the door either.
Anna Jadwin turned the lock and breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily he hadn't changed his habits and hadn't locked the door—
Within The Baileys' Manor, he was the master and didn't need to guard against anyone.
Sneaks like Anna Jadwin struck it lucky.
She peeked through the crack in the door; it was pitch-black with no one inside. Anna Jadwin flicked on the night light on her watch, crept in hunched over, and carefully shut the door behind her.
She was quite familiar with this study and avoided obstacles with the help of the faint light as she made her way to the bookshelf.
