Stacy's Apartment

The super soon appeared: a thin, grouchy-looking elderly man. "I'm getting fed up with having to come to let you in," he told her. "Next time you can stay out in the hall for all I care." Selecting a key from the bunch on his key-ring, he opened the door. Stacy thankfully entered and closed the door behind her, grateful that she had escaped a second encounter with the large woman.

She half expected the dog whose picture she had found in her bag [5489] to come and greet her, but there was no sign of him. Perhaps he had been her dog as a child, and she kept his photo as a memento? Her apartment seemed pleasant enough. The door from outside opened into the lounge. There was also a kitchen cum dining-room, a bathroom, a bedroom and a room that appeared to do double duty as second bedroom and storage room.

The lounge had a low table in the centre, with two armchairs and a sofa around it. There was a TV, video and hi-fi system in one corner. In another corner was a desk with a PC on it, with a phone next to the PC. One wall was given over to a set of bookshelves. Pride of place on the wall was given to her framed doctoral certificate. She was a Doctor of Science from MIT, but the certificate did not say what her specialism was.

Going into the kitchen/dining-room, she found a cooker, microwave, fridge-freezer, sink and washing machine. There were fitted cupboards along one wall. Four chairs surrounded the table in the dining area. What immediately grabbed her attention, though, was a set of keys lying on the table. She put them into her bag.

Next she investigated:

1. The main bedroom. Perhaps she would find a diary there, or some personal documents?
2. The second bedroom.
3. The bathroom.
4. The lounge more thoroughly, paying particular attention to the PC and the bookshelves.
5. Something about the fridge made her open it

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