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<blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 157068" data-attributes="member: 2511">Sam puts his ear close to the door and listens.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Silent. &nbsp; &quot;I'm sure Alan just forgot to lock it,&quot; Julia whispers.&nbsp; &quot;We do have an alarm system.&nbsp; We've never been broken into.&quot;&nbsp; Sam, something in your cop's gut triggers here.&nbsp; The type of system that you talked with Nathan about years ago and just a... feeling.&nbsp; Maybe it's just your mood today but again you think Julia is lying.&nbsp; Or hiding something. Just as Sam is about to open the door, Randy puts his hand up and inspects the door.&nbsp; No visible signs of forced entry, as far as you can tell.&nbsp; You hear nothing either.Without taking his eyes off the door, Randy asks Julia in a quiet voice that sends a shiver up your spine. “Julia, where is the light switch in this room?” &quot;J-just to the right.&quot; She replies.Sam and Randy nod to each other, and slowly open the door.&nbsp; Sam's hand darts in and flicks on the light.Alan's office is big and spacious.&nbsp; A large mahogany desk sits against the far side, and behind it is a large bay window that overlooks the street.&nbsp; Outside, rain splatters against the window, but all you can see are a few tree branches and the darkness of the storm.&nbsp; The desk, the chair, the tables - everywhere - is filled with clutter.&nbsp; Paper, books (some still on various shelves all over the room), and even a pizza box are scattered all over the place.&nbsp; Pinned to the wall in various spots are pieces of paper, with mathematical formulas that are difficult to read from this distance.&nbsp; Two tables are against the left and right walls, each covered in paper and files that reaches almost two feet high.&nbsp; An armoire stands next to a table, one of its doors open, revealing more paper and files.&nbsp; There are other, unidentifiable pieces of junk that sit on shelves and tables - but you see no one here.&nbsp; The place is empty, although you can smell a faint whiff of Alan's pipe, as if he only just departed a few minutes ago.Julia, straining to look over Sam's shoulder, gasps a little.&quot;Oh Alan.&nbsp; I didn't know it was this messy!&quot;&nbsp; She shakes her head.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sorry, if I knew it was this bad I would have called more people!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Crimster, post: 157068, member: 2511"] Sam puts his ear close to the door and listens. [i]Nothing. Silent. [/i] "I'm sure Alan just forgot to lock it," Julia whispers. "We do have an alarm system. We've never been broken into." [i]Sam, something in your cop's gut triggers here. The type of system that you talked with Nathan about years ago and just a... feeling. Maybe it's just your mood today but again you think Julia is lying. Or hiding something. [/i] Just as Sam is about to open the door, Randy puts his hand up and inspects the door. [i]No visible signs of forced entry, as far as you can tell. You hear nothing either.[/i] Without taking his eyes off the door, Randy asks Julia in a quiet voice that sends a shiver up your spine. “Julia, where is the light switch in this room?” "J-just to the right." She replies. Sam and Randy nod to each other, and slowly open the door. Sam's hand darts in and flicks on the light. Alan's office is big and spacious. A large mahogany desk sits against the far side, and behind it is a large bay window that overlooks the street. Outside, rain splatters against the window, but all you can see are a few tree branches and the darkness of the storm. The desk, the chair, the tables - everywhere - is filled with clutter. Paper, books (some still on various shelves all over the room), and even a pizza box are scattered all over the place. Pinned to the wall in various spots are pieces of paper, with mathematical formulas that are difficult to read from this distance. Two tables are against the left and right walls, each covered in paper and files that reaches almost two feet high. An armoire stands next to a table, one of its doors open, revealing more paper and files. There are other, unidentifiable pieces of junk that sit on shelves and tables - but you see no one here. The place is empty, although you can smell a faint whiff of Alan's pipe, as if he only just departed a few minutes ago. Julia, straining to look over Sam's shoulder, gasps a little. "Oh Alan. I didn't know it was this messy!" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, if I knew it was this bad I would have called more people!" [/QUOTE]

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