Finally, Tara thought, as the evening lull reflected the heat. Devin was gone. Bronwyn was out doing whatever vampires do. No clients scheduled and the inn was relatively full. Tara turned on the no vacancy sign.The neon glow lit up the sidewalk with flickering red.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Tara went out into the courtyard and turned right. At the end of the courtyard was the door where Devin and his mom stayed. Using her passkey, Tara let herself in and then locked the door behind her. The mysterious closet was covered by a shower curtain. For a few seconds, her breathing seemed to catch at her throat. She hated opening closets because of an old Elvis Presley movie where the closet was haunted. Finally, she yanked the curtain out of the way, flipping the light switch on. Just an empty, unremarkable space opened in front of her.<br/><br/>Studying the three walls and one steel rod, Tara couldn't see one thing that could possibly be an opening. A string from the light fixture swung across her face, and she batted it away. Stepping in closer, Tara ran her fingers over the seams in the cedar paneling. Nothing. The damn string  brushed her nose and Tara gasped, mistaking it for a spider web. She knelt and began knocking on the wall and floor. How on Earth did people figure out crawl spaces by doing that? she wondered.<br/><br/>She stood, brushing off her pants, and then stepped out, flipping off the light. She crossed the room and opened the door when it hit her. What in hell was a string doing hanging from the ceiling? That closet didn't have pull switch lights.<br/><br/>Tara raced back to the closet where, she looked up. As pretty as you please, a cord hung from the middle of a small trap door. Now where did that go? this was the underside of an upstairs room.