His bedroom was very large, and Jasmine Yale, having eaten her fill, had no desire to sit any longer.
She wandered back and forth in his bedroom.
The cold wind outside rustled the branches with a "shushing" sound, and the fog had not yet lifted, everywhere a vast expanse of white.
She saw servants moving around below, everything was very calm.
The bedroom had been cleaned up at some point; there were no longer any bottles or glasses on the floor, and the cabinets she had opened were all closed.
"Sylvan Cheney..." she called his name.
Just then, she saw a black Land Rover park in the Cheney Residence's courtyard.
It was a car she did not recognize, not one from Sylvan Cheney's garage.
Jasmine hid herself, standing behind the curtains, watching the outside.
Soon, a middle-aged man got out of the car, someone she did not know.
Minutes later, a middle-aged woman in a white coat and wrapped in a red shawl also got out of the car.
The middle-aged man helped her out of the car.
