Hall of Infinite Doors
You've seen the spy movies. Who cares where he is going. What you want is inside the house. You carefully hop the fence to his backyard.
No dog. Good.
Then you jimmy his sliding door and squeeze into his kitchen. The first thing you see is a desk in the office. You sit and puruse the papers. You find a list of contacts with names, addresses and telephone numbers. You think it matches some of the addresses you read the night before, but you can't be certain. Other papers contain dates and numbers. You're not really sure what they mean.
You then check the file cabinet. There is a file with the layout of Sigma Chi. You shut the door and check the rest of the house briefly, taking careful note of a picture of the man in the bedroom.
You steathily go outside and hope over the same fence.
"FREEZE" shouts a commanding voice.
You freeze. A neighbor must have dialed the cops.
No dog. Good.
Then you jimmy his sliding door and squeeze into his kitchen. The first thing you see is a desk in the office. You sit and puruse the papers. You find a list of contacts with names, addresses and telephone numbers. You think it matches some of the addresses you read the night before, but you can't be certain. Other papers contain dates and numbers. You're not really sure what they mean.
You then check the file cabinet. There is a file with the layout of Sigma Chi. You shut the door and check the rest of the house briefly, taking careful note of a picture of the man in the bedroom.
You steathily go outside and hope over the same fence.
"FREEZE" shouts a commanding voice.
You freeze. A neighbor must have dialed the cops.
