He examined the lot further. Surrounding the lot was an old chain link fence, with panels that were rusted, eaten through, and falling apart. It showed the condition of the place. Either the owner didn’t care to fix everything up, or there wasn’t anything valuable enough for thieves to steal. There were several piles of scrap and other miscellaneous items littering the deserted ground next to the building. The front had a small parking lot leading up to the front door of the establishment.
Martin crossed the road and onto the property, paying attention to every detail that caught his eye. The pavement in the lot was old and crumbling, so much that it was more gravel than road. It was covered in bits of debris and weeds grew through the cracks; looking at this, Martin wondered if the place was in such disrepair because it was abandoned.
He moved closer to the building to see that the windows were dusty with underuse. He wiped enough dust away to see inside. it looked like someone was there, enough to maintain the place and keep some materials stocked. Now the question was whether that person was his target or someone else.
His next move was to try the front door. It was, as he anticipated, locked. There was no point trying to force it. Even if he got inside, there was no telling what he would find. He stepped back from the building and looked it up and down, wondering what to do next. He saw that there was a second storey. He was as curious about it. No way he was going to find out at that moment.
There was little he could do without getting inside. But Martin figured he may as well take a look at the back—perhaps there was another entrance to the shop?
There was a gap in the stretch of fence to the side of the main building. It led to the yard where the shop’s vehicles and other works in progress were located. He saw some of them as he approached. Before he could go further he felt his smart phone vibrate. He was unsure of who might be calling him- his soon to be ex-wife wouldn’t be calling. He pulled it out from his pocket. It was a number that didn’t look familiar, but as an authority figure, he had learned to answer the phone regardless.
"Martin! Something's happened-" a terrified, female voice sounded from the other end the moment he answered. Martin didn’t recognize the voice at first, but when he did, it was someone he never expected to hear from again and so soon; Anita. Her voice cracked between panicked breaths. "M-my house-"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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