The Book of Blood Volume 4 The age of Desire Part 5

The Book of Blood Volume 4 The age of Desire Part 5

Indeed, as he climbed the narrow stairway up to the room on the first floor which Angela had once occupied, he felt as primed as an athlete, glowing with health. The immaculately dressed and wall-eyed pimp who usually occupied a place at the top of the stairs was absent. Jerome simply went to the girl's room and knocked. There was no reply. He rapped again, more urgently. The noise brought an early middle-aged woman to the door at the end of the landing. "What do you want?" "The woman," he replied simply. "Angela's gone. And you'd better get out of here too in that state. This isn't a flophouse." "When will she be back?" he asked, keeping as tight a leash as he could on his appetite. The woman, who was as tall as Jerome and half as heavy again as his wasted frame, advanced toward him. "The girl won't be back," she said, "so you get the hell out of here, before I call Isaiah." Jerome looked at the woman. She shar…