The door closed behind me.
The entry way swirled with dust, and shrill squeaks from unseen rodents accompanied the echoes of my own footsteps as I made my way to the stairs. The vestibule was squalid and musty and I had no intention to linger there at all. It was not at all the kind of place I expected to find when visiting the famous and respected researcher, Dr. Marietta Crile.
I paused to check the address on the scribbled note in my pocket.
Dr. M Crile - Investigate disappearance of partner, Dr. Geoffrey Hash - 1431 B Street - door in back - Voodoo?
The note confirmed this was the correct place, but it also reminded me of the rumors I had heard concerning the missing Dr. Hash, so it did nothing to calm my nerves.