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The watcher

As she left the room, the door closing with a bang. Jake stare at the door for a second watching the figure leave through the glass window. After her figure was out of sight he pushed against the desk forcing his chair away. Standing from the chair he looked down at the opened notebook, the pen in the spine of the book between the pages. With a slight sigh he picked up the book closing it around the pen and stuffing it in his jacket pocket, once the notebook was hidden within the jacket he walked towards the door. Pushing the laptop close as he passed it. he quickly reached the door, twisting the knob and pulling on the door to open it. stepping through the door his head shifting so his gaze was now on the floor in front of him. he grabbed the edge of the door as he walked through pulling on it before letting go, the door slamming shut behind him. not bothering to lock it he walked to the end of the hall passing four doors on each side. on the left before the end of the hall lead to the stair well. opening and stepping through the door, his gaze shifting from the floor to the upper levels before going back to the ground. walking to the top of the stairs leading to the ground floor.

as he walked out of his office to the stairs and then to the ground floor a spine chilling draft ran up his back, causing him to shutter slightly. the thought crossing his mind that he bit off more than he could chew. his mind wandered trying to figure out what was going on. ever since he accepted the case he felt as he was being watched, even when her back was to him.

after two flights of stairs he opened the door to leave the stair well. stepping through the door slowly his eyes glossing over the empty lobby. the quietness of the empty room caused an eyebrow to raise, usually there was at least one other person walking around down here. now that he thought about it the entire building seemed to be asleep. not a sound coming from even the pipes within the walls.

the lobby was quite normal, the walls of the lobby was eggshell white with a red line across the top of the top of the walls. across from the stairs and elevator was the front doors. on the left side from the way Jake was standing next to the door was a dip for the front desk. usually manned by at least one person at every moment of the day incase someone needed something. a door behind the desk lead into a back room that only staff was allowed in. directly across from the desk was four rows of mailboxes each row having twelve mailboxes. One box for every room including Jake's office. A little further in from the doors was a small lounge area with four red leather chairs, each chair was facing the corner of a small black coffee table. A television was mounted on the wall between two of the chairs and opposite of the television was a red couch.

Jake shrugged off the uneasiness caused by the lack of people and walked towards the door. His eyes still scanning the lobby to see if anyone was there that he missed. Despite his best attempts he was unable to spot another living person in the lobby as he made his way to the glass doors. Grabbing the handle he pulled it open shuddering once again as he felt like a pair of eyes fell upon him. Glancing around quickly inside and out he still spotted no one. Well he saw no one inside, outside on the other hand there were few people walking about but none of them seemed to even notice him. his mouth slipped into a frown as he couldn't see anyone looking at him. slowly he left the safety of the building, walking out into the street. looking around for a moment to remember what direction the museum. remembering one after a few moments he turned right starting down the sidewalk.

the museum was about a mile away from the building. his frown softening slightly as he walked slowly down the street. the feeling of eyes on him followed through the streets of the early morning city. to take his mind off the feeling he noted the color of the cars parked across the street. 'red blue red green white white black white red red' he shook his head as he looked around. continuing through the streets, quickly running across the street to the other side.

after a forty minute walk he reached the Historical Society Museum. He looked at the building had an older look to it. Having the stereotypical museum look. Leading to the building was six sets of stairs. Three on the left and three on the right. They led to a small raised platform the main entrance having three more stair cases leading to the doors. There were four pillars on the outside on top of them were four statues. In front of the stairs leading to the entrance was a statue of a man on a horse. A women on his left and a man on the right.

"thats strange." he mumbled not hearing the voice for a while. shaking the thought quickly he looked for any sign of a new exhibit. noticing that there was nothing about a new exhibit, slowly walking inside of the building. going exhibit to exhibit un able to see anything that could seem new to the building.

nothing was out of the ordinary, a set up was his first thought. maybe someone wanted to get him outta business. but why would they go through all this trouble to do so? there were more questions than answers, a lot more in fact. thinking back on it now no answers have come his way. the best guess he could come up with was a set up by a devil that looked like an angel. that doesn't matter now, all that was on his mind was figuring on what was going on. what he wanted to do was find out was who lived at the address he was given. answers, or only more questions?

giving up on the museum he quickly walked out of the building. as he left the building he pulled the notebook from his pocket flipping it open to look at the name and address. "Allysa Frensic 45th st apartment b15" quickly scanning the the book he figure where the apartment would be, only a few blocks away. a small smirk crossed his face "lets hope for answers." he talked to himself as he started towards the building.

authors note: as you may have noticed on some pieces of this books are not very descriptive such as the museum compared to Jake's building's lobby. this is because of two things. first i personally enjoy being able to come up of the design of buildings in books. the second reason because some building's look doesn't matter. also capitalization will be fixed later on. thank you for reading