Paula Hopkins "The Marquis Doll Adventures" PDF

At that moment, a bear-like man, tall and genuinely strong rather than the physique of a gymnasium bodybuilder emerged from the darkened interior of the house. He had no obvious Japanese features that I could identify, and was wearing a lemon-yellow bathrobe and hastily-donned sunglasses.

“What do you want?” he asked bluntly.

I took the package from my purse and held it up. “You’re the delivery agent?”

I nodded.

“OK, come inside,” he muttered, turning on his heel and returning to the coolness of the interior.

I followed him, stepping into a large open area - at least judging from the echoing sounds and sense of air movements - and filled with hulking shapes I could not immediately recognize.