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Day 71: ‘Details that might help when he does show me what’s going on.’
‘Details that might help when he does show me what’s going on.’ As annoyed as she was by the delay at the moment, the delay helped her. Anna nodded. Marcus set the bag he carried on her kitchen table and set the keys beside the bag.
“Are there any other keys I need to know about or will I need to call a locksmith tonight?” Anna asked.
“These are the only other keys. They are the spare set we found at your parent’s house.”
Anna nodded.
“I will leave you to settle,” Marcus said. He let himself out and closed the door softly behind him. In the hall, Anna heard the elevator doors ding open and then closed with a muffled thump. She knew he was gone bt couldn’t resist going to the door and checking the hall. It was empty.
Unwilling to deal with any visitors, Anna set the lock on the elevator. It would now no longer go up to her floor. She could still escape from the fires stair if need be, but she would have no unwanted visitors. Thinking of the fire stair Anna walked over. She saw that there was a tracing spell placed on it. The spell glimmered in the shadows. It was not as subtle as the one Marcus used in the archives but she knew it would be effective. If anna tried to slip out through the stairs someone would be notified.
She went back to her apartment. Anna closed the door and locked the door. Then after a moment of thought, she threw the deadbolt. Marcus may have been telling the truth about the keys, but there was the possibility of another set floating around. She would change the locks, but for now, the deadbolt would prevent anyone from breaking in and let her sleep through the night.
While she was curious about the food Marcus brought her, she found herself stepping away from it to wander the apartment. Once it was hers, and reflected her tastes and personality in every detail. Now it was like touring the home of someone she barely knew. The materials were all top quality and she let her fingers trail over them. While she didn’t miss the high society fashions she was tactile by nature and had missed the soft velvets and the slippery silks. Anna left the chaos of the opened drawers and fallen books where they lie and wandered further into the space.
She left the more public chambers and walked into the private ones. Her bedchamber was larger than the entire apartment she left behind. ‘Although the other was neater.’
Here the sheets were torn from the bed and the mattress was askew on the frame. She wondered if someone thought she hid a secret message or diary underneath the mattress. Clothing was taken from the closet and tossed into a jumbled heap on the floor. In the closet holes were punched in the back as though someone was looking for hidden spaces.
‘To their credit there were hidden spaces,’ Anna thought. She wondered if they were found. She moved to the bed and got down on the floor peering beneath the bed. The floorboards were in tact. If anyone found her hidden place, they put the boards back before they left.
‘As nothing else was put back, I doubt they found it.’ The hidden space held nothing more than her childhood diaries.
Ten til Midnight 