the kinds that could have been made only by a man. And Lisa hoped that it was Tony in that room behind the closed door. There was no other man in Ledge House.
She rapped softly against the door panel. And then a bit louder when there was no response. The pacing steps ceased. She could imagine Tony in there, listening but not moving, and she rattled the doorknob and called, "Tony, it's me, Lisa! Please, I must talk to you!:
The latch unsnapped and the door opened. She saw his figure outlined by the bright light that burned behind him, but she could not see his face. Then he stepped back, out of the shadows...
This Pinnacle paperback book is in good condition with light spine creases and a reader's crease.