The Dark Room-
One of the photos that slowly are coming into focus is of a dancer. All
Tobias remembers is that the guy had been very enigmatic.
Ilja Sovastov, or something similar comes to mind when he goes through the names of last night in his head. The usual pretty faces of aspiring models make up the rest of the snaps taken. Nothing stands out.
Maybe the image of
Myra is haunting him, still.
Spending the following two hours to blow up some more snaps of
Ilja,
Tobias is confident he is on to something big. This guy could be his way to the big money. There´s just the detail of casting him properly and to see if he has any talent.
Surrounded by those probing eyes makes
Berkowiz feel somewhat uncomfortable and he is interrupted by the phone ringing in the office.
Firehouse 72
The door is somewhat stuck, but with two bashes of the axe, the lock mechanism gives away and the door opens a few inches. Then it stops. Something on the floor is blcoking the door arc. color=#0000FF]"He-e-elp.."[[/color] the voice now comes from the right side of the door. A man staggers towards
Eric. He wears a suit and tie and is full of soot from the smoke. He has been crying and tracks of the tears have smudged his face. Bewildered he comes at
Eric to escape through the small passage, eyes frantic.
There´s no sign of the fire from the doorway, but the corridor on the other side is filled with smoke that comes at the door in an ominous speed.
Whitehouse knows that the smoke is as deadly and hot as any fire, so he keeps his head low.