The dragon was sniffing at Mr. Jacobson's corpse, wondering perhaps where was best to start on his meal. Any exit from the house involved getting past the dragon so Kevin decied it was an excellent idea to follow the dirty old man.
The old man walked onwards through the gloom not looking back and turned left through a doorway. Kevin followed. The room he entered was a great library or perhaps a great lounge, but certainly a great surprise. A cheerful log fire burned in a gigantic stone fireplace around which were several very comfortable looking, old, red leather sofas.
Virtually none of the deep green walls could be seen between the extensive bookshelves loaded with ancient and modern books. Gaps were filled with a tasteful collection of modern art. Several pieces looked like Picasso to someone of Kevin's artistic ignorance.
Ambient light was provided by discreet spotlights around the room.
In one of the red leather sofas the old man was sitting, or was he? He now wore a spotless white tee-shirt and blue jeans, Calvin Klein if Kevin wasn't mistaken. The matted grey hair was still grey, but now it was shiny and carefully groomed and clearly expensively cut to collar length. And wasn't that a Rolex?
"Please sit down Kevin and relax for a moment. Can I pour you some coffee? Milk? Sugar? And please close your mouth, your chin is hanging on your chest."
Kevin sat.
"Mmm I see you're a bit shocked. I'll take a chance and give you milk and plenty of sugar then."
"Who are you?" croaked Kevin.
"And how do you know my name," he added as an afterthought. Although in truth he was in too great a state of shock to have many coherent thoughts at all.
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