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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4375767" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Nemo Solus Sapit: Part 11 – Van Dyson’s Home</strong></p><p></p><p>Built on the side of a slope, Van Dyson’s home was a new, split-level affair with large windows providing a view of the abundant scenery. The neighborhood was perfectly quiet late at night. </p><p></p><p>“Lights are off,” said Hammer, peering through binoculars. “We’ve waited long enough, we should be okay.”</p><p></p><p>As they approached, the gate to the property squeaked open.</p><p></p><p>Hammer drew his Glocks. “What the hell?”</p><p></p><p>The front door swung open and the living room lights switched on.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean had his SIG out, but he kept it pointed at the ground. “I think we’re expected.”</p><p></p><p>They crept up to the front door. Jim-Bean and Hammer took up opposite positions, covering the room with their pistols. No one was home. </p><p></p><p>It was apparent that Van Dyson liked to be surrounded by nice things. Not necessarily expensive things, but things that were pleasant and tangible. The carpeting was plush, the furniture comfortable and attractive, tending towards the earth tones of the outside surroundings. An interest in the exotic showed up in his objects d’art, which included small representative bits of statuary and carvings from many cultures, ranging from kachina dolls of American Indians, to little jade status from Japan, to amulets and jewelry of Celtic, Roman, and Russian origin. </p><p></p><p>The television set suddenly came to life. Hammer swung his pistol at the television but managed to not squeeze the trigger. The unmistakable music from some old WB cartoon was at full blast.</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson’s entertainment center had a collection of compact disks, with an emphasis on Russian composers – Mussorgsky and Stravinsky were particularly well represented. His DVD collection indicated a preference for film noir and included cinemaphile editions of classics in widescreen format. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean walked over to the television and shut it off. “Did you hear that?”</p><p></p><p>“Besides the television?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” said Jim-Bean. “From the bathroom.”</p><p></p><p>They turned to listen.</p><p></p><p>There was a faint at first sound at first, but it was growing louder…a hollow, wet sound, coming from the bathroom. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean crept into the room and flicked the light switch. When he looked up at the mirror again, the image was gone. It was now deathly quiet.</p><p></p><p>“You okay?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean blinked. He was staring in the mirror at the reflection of something just behind him. </p><p></p><p>He turned around. “What’s that?” </p><p></p><p>It was a folded newspaper discarded in the far corner of the room. Hammer walked over and picked it up. “This?” </p><p></p><p>The newspaper was opened to the realty listings page. There was a picture of a property recently purchased by the Vangogo corporation. The address was in Willows Creek.</p><p></p><p>“That’s where we need to go,” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Let’s just call it a hunch,” said Jim-Bean, rubbing his temples, “and leave it at that.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4375767, member: 3285"] [b]Nemo Solus Sapit: Part 11 – Van Dyson’s Home[/b] Built on the side of a slope, Van Dyson’s home was a new, split-level affair with large windows providing a view of the abundant scenery. The neighborhood was perfectly quiet late at night. “Lights are off,” said Hammer, peering through binoculars. “We’ve waited long enough, we should be okay.” As they approached, the gate to the property squeaked open. Hammer drew his Glocks. “What the hell?” The front door swung open and the living room lights switched on. Jim-Bean had his SIG out, but he kept it pointed at the ground. “I think we’re expected.” They crept up to the front door. Jim-Bean and Hammer took up opposite positions, covering the room with their pistols. No one was home. It was apparent that Van Dyson liked to be surrounded by nice things. Not necessarily expensive things, but things that were pleasant and tangible. The carpeting was plush, the furniture comfortable and attractive, tending towards the earth tones of the outside surroundings. An interest in the exotic showed up in his objects d’art, which included small representative bits of statuary and carvings from many cultures, ranging from kachina dolls of American Indians, to little jade status from Japan, to amulets and jewelry of Celtic, Roman, and Russian origin. The television set suddenly came to life. Hammer swung his pistol at the television but managed to not squeeze the trigger. The unmistakable music from some old WB cartoon was at full blast. Van Dyson’s entertainment center had a collection of compact disks, with an emphasis on Russian composers – Mussorgsky and Stravinsky were particularly well represented. His DVD collection indicated a preference for film noir and included cinemaphile editions of classics in widescreen format. Jim-Bean walked over to the television and shut it off. “Did you hear that?” “Besides the television?” asked Hammer. “Yeah,” said Jim-Bean. “From the bathroom.” They turned to listen. There was a faint at first sound at first, but it was growing louder…a hollow, wet sound, coming from the bathroom. Jim-Bean crept into the room and flicked the light switch. When he looked up at the mirror again, the image was gone. It was now deathly quiet. “You okay?” asked Hammer. Jim-Bean blinked. He was staring in the mirror at the reflection of something just behind him. He turned around. “What’s that?” It was a folded newspaper discarded in the far corner of the room. Hammer walked over and picked it up. “This?” The newspaper was opened to the realty listings page. There was a picture of a property recently purchased by the Vangogo corporation. The address was in Willows Creek. “That’s where we need to go,” said Jim-Bean. “Why?” “Let’s just call it a hunch,” said Jim-Bean, rubbing his temples, “and leave it at that.” [/QUOTE]
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