"It's about time we head back,"
Holmes rose from the lounge chair, delicately tapping the burnt-out tobacco into a potted plant, "There's something else, Baron Bil's behavior tonight was quite odd, he kept stealing glances at his wife's chest; he seems to be hiding something."
"I noticed that too."
Marvin opened the balcony door, paused for a moment, then said, "Hopefully he's not trying to be too clever for his own good."
"Let's hope so."
Back in the master bedroom, with only 3 minutes left according to the time mentioned in the warning letter, the room was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere. Nobody spoke, standing still, holding their positions, their gazes darting uncontrollably.
Marvin did not head to the center of the master bedroom but instead stood by the door, leaning against the wall, observing Baron Bil, McMillan, and the others with interest.
