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Guerrero stepped out of the shower and reached for his glasses.
His glasses were gone.
He hadn't misplaced them. Guerrero never misplaced things.
Soft opera music guided him to the living-room.
"You took my glasses", he told Ilsa.
"You realize this is my bathroom in my apartment?", she replied.
"I needed to shower and change."
"It makes me feel vulnerable, coming home and finding the water running." She put down the book she had been reading and took a sip from the glass of red wine sitting next to her.
"Don't worry, your door code is safe with me."
Ilsa sighed, but they both knew it was more for keeping up appearances than out of actual resignation. "Is there a reason you didn't put your shirt on?"
"Is there a reason you're keeping a bottle of my aftershave brand in your nightstand?"
They both fell silent. The elephant in the room made himself comfortable on Ilsa's sofa. Where do we go from here? was written all over his hide.
The telephone rang. Winston's voice on Ilsa's answering machine – a situation at the office.
Ilsa gave Guerrero his glasses back.