Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟕: 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 (𝓐𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷)

"What's the location?" I say while turning the cars ignition key. 

I glance over at Eleanor, looking at the phone, puzzled by the listed location on the letter. 

"It's called, Sir David avenue. I have never heard of this place before."

"I know it, that's where the old clothing factory was. "

"Oh, what happened to it?"

"It went out of business, apparently it was run by Mr David Matheson, but the place shut down in 1950."  I explained, glancing at her, and then focusing on the road. 

Feeling the intense stare Eleanor was giving me from my peripheral, I purposefully pretended like I didn't see her. I guess shes surprised that I know far more information which will benefit this case than she had thought, and theirs far more where that came from. 

"Why do you keep looking at me?" I finally asked, in a playful tone.

"Since when are you a fashion business expert?, it sounds like you knew him personally." Eleanor said as she was putting the phone back into the bag and into the drivers compartment.  

"It's something I read in the newspaper, what can I say, I stay informed."

 I smirked and she huffed while looking out the window. 

As we drove down the road, we had reached our destination as a large rusted iron arch greeted us. In the center, was a needle-and-thread symbol. 

The road halted to a stop as the building was now right in front. A large billboard fixed to a post displayed the name of the business, and a symbol of a needle-and-thread. Yet, half of it was covered by a bright yellow sign that warned, 'No trespassing'. 

"Well isn't this a welcoming place to investigate?" I said sarcastically as I parked the car.

The building's exterior was decaying, brown patches took over the once pristine white concrete. All the windows were completely smashed, vines growing on all sides of the building, and a bunch of litter and broken bottles. 

"Just look at it, a run down disaster, like your personality. "

"At least I don't need a 'No Trespassing' sign to keep people away from me".

"Surveillance footage or not, nothing seems to be suspicious. Just a little spooky that a building looks like this in the middle of nowhere"

"What's this, is our little Eleanor getting scared?" 

"No I'm not scared, and can we just focus on the task at hand?"as she rolled her eyes. 

Recently, there has not been any suspicious activity. However, the department received surveillance footage from teenagers who came here to party from a while back. Typical. 

We checked the outside of the building, but only the regular front and back entrances. Everything seemed ordinary, still it left us wondering: Why was this place mentioned in the letter? 

"Let's ensure our gear is set before we enter this disaster zone, I'll lead."

We enter the building and turn out flashlights. The floor is a mess, cluttered with wood and scattered with litter. The first floor is overshadowed by the second floor, keeping an eye on the ground below. Throughout the entire building, the lights dangle and have completely collapsed and hung by their cords. Wires and machinery have been ripped out, some remain untouched but hidden beneath the debris and cobwebs. The entire building is painted with graffiti and the stench of mold wafts the air. 

Eleanor continues to observe the first floor. 

While I investigated the second floor. 

As I walk up the flight up stairs my flashlight lands on a row of doors panning all the way down a hallway. Similar to the first floor, the walls are decaying, and lights hang precariously. My light settles on a door slightly ajar. Entering the small barren room, I find only a desk, chair, and more broken bottles but find nothing.