In the dark night Paul crossed the street to the right , street light didn't reach the place he was standing, with the light footsteps, he closed the distance between him, and the 6 feet brick wall.
Raising his head and ankle to the limit, he tried to look past the wall, but sadly, he only caught the glimpse of faint yellow light from the two houses, and no one was outside. Finally he looked left and right for the last check, just to be sure that no one was nearby.
The area is silent and felt like a dark abyss at the same time, to his left he could see blurry cars passing , to his right, there's a bike parked outside, at someone's house entrance gate, next to the pole.
Checking that there's no one, he grabbed the top of the wall with both of his hands, and jumped-up slightly, his right leg reached the top of the wall ,next he lifted himself-up, and he is at top of the wall, and just as quickly, he had the reached top, with more than two times speed, he jumped down from the wall to the other side.
Silently his footsteps moved towards the Liam's place, he had remembered that it was right side, and he could see that from middle two houses faint yellow light coming in, left side house was dark, maybe the owner hadn't yet arrived to his villa.
He walked stealthy, trying not to make any sounds, and inwardly he thanked the people living here, or the owner of this whole rental place, whoever had cut bushes near the wall. If there were bushes growing there , then he had made himself dirty, so he thanked them.
As he reached the place, he heard the faint sounds, from the left side of the house, two mens chatting about their loss of fate, around twenty-five, he guessed.
After checking the door, which was locked with a simple lock, he took out two small steel wires, from the back of his Jean's pocket, and bent his knees slightly, trying to unlock it, all the while trying his best, to not make any noise.
After fifteen seconds, the lock is opened with the faint sound of " kachuck " he can do nothing about this, after putting the equipment back to its place, the door opens, with the slight sound of "creek".
And of course inside was filled with darkness, he quickly took out his smartphone, from front of his Jean's pocket, turned on the flash, and searched the room's wall, to turn on the switch of this room.
He first turned to his right because it was the right thing to do, but he couldn't found it, there's only the very old, cheap, filled with dirt, wall clock was hanging, maybe right isn't always the right choice, he looked to his left side, and he saw the white switch-board, taking few faint steps, he taped the switch, one by one from left to right.
When he tapped the first switch, and looked around the room nothing changed, after tapping the next switch, he again looked around, and there's a change, white lights were coming from the right corner. He quickly turned off that switch.
Just as he tapped the next switch, and was about turn around, if anything had changed, he heard the sound from the up-to his head , and quickly guessed, that it was the sound of ceiling fan, he turned off that quickly, finally it was the last switch, it was hundred percent sure that, this was the room's light switch. If someone else was here, in place of Paul, they would feel a little irritated by now, but Paul was a patient man in this line of work.
He tapped the final switch and turned around, but nothing changed again. "Wha.." he was about to curse the owner of this place, when white light filled the room, and the curse fell back inside the abyss.
He wasted no time, and quickly started his search, the main living room was average, not big but not to small either, wall's are painted in sky blue color, but because of passage of time, or not cleaning the room properly, it had gotten dark, and black marks appearing on them, to his left side wall, there's a wooden bed ,simple and cheap, and looks new, Paul able deduced it because, when he lift bed sheets up and down, the woods are without marks of dust , and of course he couldn't found anything too.
Next he went to the table, there were few books laying there, though Paul wasn't fond of reading books, he grabbed one of the books, turned the pages first slowly, and a few seconds later, he slid all the pages, he checked the other two books as well, but found nothing.
Next, his eyes caught the window in-front him, it was probably backside, he opened the window, and let the natural air in, and tried looking outside, to the down he noticed nothing but waste trash, to the left, he noticed 6-7 bottles of beer, it was probably from room the next door.
He stepped back, his hand sliding on the table's rough surface. He thought maybe he'll check-out the kitchen room next, but he stopped, and looked at the table. The marks on the table are probably from a knife, he thought.
After carefully examining the marks, it looks like a rectangular shape, roughly, what could it be? He pushed aside the books , another 5-6 lines in a zig-zag pattern, cutting each other. Paul quickly made a speculation, maybe it could be a map of streets or something, he tried recalling the streets.
"Corsalis ? No... maybe subway?, then probably it's containers" he looked at the rectangle shape "Maybe boxes, are they shipping something?"
With the "tsk" he leaves the table, and took two steps back, observing the lines more carefully, trying hard to recall, but just then his eyes caught something else, down the table there's a folded paper, smaller than a finger of one year baby, he bent down, and picked up the paper, and unfolded it, it was numbers - 23 25 38 49 49 66.
Paul thought for a second, and looked at the other side of the paper, and there were numbers too - 66 69 76 77 82 87 105 .
Numbers are in ascending order, small to big, "is it coordinated to some place ?" He thought "Doesn't look like it " he just stood there for a minute, looking outside the window , thinking what could it be, but he soon gave-up, he'll figure this out later.
He turned his head backwards and looked behind him, it was the door he just walked in, next he turned on the kitchen's room light, and searched, but he found nothing , just wasted food and dishes , he checked the bathroom too just to be sure but couldn't find anything useful, still Paul wasn't angry or felt irritated because of this, why?
Because he already anticipated, that he wasn't going to find anything, but just because of his curiosity he wanted check-in, if cops, or baldy's comrades have left anything for him, checking the time in his smartphone, it's already ten minutes since he stepped inside this apartment, he made a decision, it's time go and checked the other place, he turned off the lights, closed the door silently, and went back to the streets just as he came in.
After walking for like ten -twelve minutes passing the street's intersections, stores that were still open, and street lights, he reached his next place to visit, but he didn't directly go in .First he crossed the road and silently observed the scene unfolding in front of him.
The small bar had a black metal grill gate, and the name of the place hanging above it "NIGHT LIGHT ",in red color, around the edges are in white , and blinking every two-three second, in front of the gate, in right side, stood a man around 26, Paul guessed, his head trimmed, one can barely see if he had any hair in his head, his beard and mustache are also shaved clean, his black eyes scanning everyone who's going inside and exiting, also there's small cut mark in his forehead which looks very old. He is wearing a dark-blue colored check shirt, underneath a brown colored leather jacket, and blue colored jeans which are scratched, Paul also observes the people who are going in and coming out.
After three -four minutes, he crossed the street, and walk towards the entrance gate of the bar, both of his hand on his hoodie's pocket, face down, and his head covered with hood, there's three people walking in front him, and he also trying to match their vibes, blending with them, the first man entered, second and third too, but when it was his turn, the man extended his hand and blocked his way , of-course Paul didn't tried to push it through, because he knew, what this guy was after , Paul took-out some folded notes, and gave it to the hand, which was blocking is way , the man took the cash, and gave the way to Paul.