The door opened, pouring a trickle of light into the darkness of the house. Martin stood in the doorway with Anita at his side, scanning the entrance room in the minimal light. It was much grander inside than outside. And the outside was pretty attractive by itself. Martin assumed there weren’t any immediate threats.
Martin pulled the door shut behind him and Anita, locking them in darkness. He was hesitant to turn the lights on, but he knew that because he was unfamiliar with the place and didn’t have the proper equipment, they would need to be turned on.
“You don’t want me to stay outside?” she asked.
“Shhh,” Martin was tempted to lift a finger to his lips, but he knew Anita couldn’t see the gesture. “We need light. Where’s the switch?” He stepped away from her to start running his hands along the nearby wall, when a bright light, that wasn’t the house’s lights, revealed the room to them.
Anita had retrieved her smart phone and used the handy flashlight feature to provide them with light. Not only would they be able to control where and when they had light, but they also wouldn’t need to worry about intruders seeing the light.
“Good thinking,” Martin said, moving away from the wall to scan over their path options. The entrance way split off in three different ways; left or right into two different side rooms, or they could move forward and head onto the next floor. Martin figured it would be best to follow protocol and clear one floor at a time, so he turned left, with Anita following behind him, providing light.
He felt bad about keeping Anita in the dark about his feelings regarding the situation. Anyone would appreciate knowing that their house break was caused by a high profile FBI case. He’d mention it to her later. Informing her while they were in the process of clearing the house would only freak her out more. Even the smallest mistake could cost them dearly.
Martin was sure that the intruder, if any, already knew they were here. Were they waiting for them to approach, or had their entry been enough to alert them? He thought back to his first impression of the house, where he wondered why the drapes to such a home were closed. If the intruders were waiting for them, it might have something to do with that.
The room they turned into wasn’t the kitchen or the living room, as Martin expected it to be. He stopped in the entrance to the room, staring at the walls that were lit by Anita’s phone. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. On the walls there were gorgeous paintings that didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to them. Some were portraits, others were landscapes, and there were some, of household objects. Beneath each painting- there were eight throughout the room, Martin counted- there was a short pedestal, holding a silver tray. He couldn’t tell what was on each of them, but it seemed to be something different for each one.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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