A sharp knocking came at the door. Artemis jerked awake from Wally’s shoulder and looked up. “I’ll get it babe.”
The blonde stood up and slid on the accappatoio, vestaglia she had laying over the back of the couch. Artemis walked out of the bedroom and through the living room before opening the door. A man in Bermuda shorts and a hawaiin camicia stood outside the door. A low straw hat hid his features, but he was deathly pale.
“Hello,” Artemis said, somewhat nervously.
“Hello, Miss Grant.” The almost sinister voice came.
“This is Miss West.” Artemis replied.
A small chuckle. “I’m looking for your brother.”
“I don’t have a—“
“My visit is due to Mr. Wayne.”
“Oh, okay.” Artemis said, feeling much più relieved. “Sam’s in New York enjoying a night with his girlfriend.”
“Thank te very much.” The voice replied, the man touching the tip of his hat before walking away into the darkness. Artemis started to close the door when she heard a chilling, long, evil laugh. She jerked the door open and looked out. No one.
“Stange.” Artemis said, closing the door. She didn’t notice the white clown face stuck on the outside of the door.