Max's apartment was a mess.
The place had game cases and cartridges in pieces all over the place. His game systems were untouched but had markings all over them like something chewed on them. his kitchen was worse, trash covered the entire thing while take out boxes had mold and bugs coming out of the things.
His bedroom however was the oddest thing. It was clean. totally clean. Max is not known for keeping a totally clean room, in fact the reason we had to help install linoleum was cause he refused to own a damn vacuum cleaner. I checked under the bed in the vein attempt that something was under there like his safe but it was not, it wasn't in his closet, and it wasn't anywhere in his room.
It was in his bathroom, in the tub, locked...whoopee.
The problem is I have no idea how to pick a damn lock. At this point I just grab the suitcase and get ready to leave when his phone starts ringing, i decide to ignore it until the answering machine picks up. The message plays then it starts recording. Then i here someone.
It's Max.
'Hey Kelly, sorry once again to spring you watching my place on such short notice. I finally got everything done in New York for my uncle and he was kind enough to give me next motnhs rent for my troubles. Tell Mr Samson that I should be back Monday for my court date. Thanks again and tell Isis I miss her.'
...Max is ok... but who's kelly? and where is Isis? Isis is his cat but she usually is around and judging form the fact that none of the meat in the carry out is eaten she's not here. I checked the caller ID and its from a damn payphone. I'll have to wait til Monday to talk to Max.
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