Stolen Clothes

"Apologies, man," Jude said. "Stomach took a turn right as I hit the hall. Mind if I use the restroom for a minute?"

"Not a good time," the man said, pulling the door shut.

"Fair enough," Jude said as the gap narrowed. "By the way... noticed a trace of dried blood on the bottom edge of the exterior handle earlier. Caught on something? Looks recent."

Behind the gap, the man's gaze tightened.

He paused for half a second before loosening his grip on the frame.

"Minor cut," the man replied, unlatching the chain and pulling the door open. "Restroom is down the hall on the left. Go ahead."

"Appreciate it, Mr. Lee," Jude said, stepping into the foyer. "Shipping label said Calvin Lee, right?"

"Right," the man said, closing the door and turning the deadbolt.

Jude walked past the entryway.

"Quiet building," Jude remarked. "Living solo?"