We take one of the elevators to the 8th floor, punch in the secret door code that opens the door, and enter the apartment. "What are these papers doing on the floor?", he asks as he darts into the master bedroom. "Someone has been in my apartment!!".
The balcony runs the length of the bedroom and adjacent living room, a floor to ceiling wall on either side. The curtain in the bedroom by the glass door is pulled back and draped over a chair. The door i closed. His laptop is in plain view. I commented that they didn't take the computer.
He sees nothing missing.
So, he goes down to the lobby/command center of the complex. Mystery solved. The police had been in his place! It seems a neighbor woman had edged around the wall and was somehow perched on the outside of his balcony rail on the two inches of slab that extends outside the railing threatening to jump.
It is a long way down and does not look like landing would be soft. The cops had entered his place disrupting the drapes, knocked a stack of papers off the kitchen counter, snatched the woman so she didn't off herself making a big mess down below, and left without any notification or calling card or anything.
View off in the distance
It is good they nabbed the chick--she could have fallen on an innocent child or other unsuspecting soul. It is bad that no one from the building or the cop factory left any word that they were there. Weird all the way around. Apparently my friend's neighbors are an upper middle aged couple who argue a lot. She must have run out of things to say in their ongoing angry debate.
Par for the course in this part of the country. Possibly the result of mosquitoes or swamp gas.
If the nothing else the human race is very adept at weirdness and self destruction. I wonder why.
I'm out of here tomorrow. I think my marketing plan, or plan of attack, may be having the intended effect on my target, the enigmatic RR. That could be a cool thing. The 3000 mile issue is one I will have to resolve, should my efforts truly be fruitful. For various reasons time is on my side, but not enough time to be a slacker.
I want to smoke, but I have not done so for almost ten days. I'm a few hours short of that. I'm pretty sure that 13 days is the mark that ends the worst of it. Plus there are those lozenges which ease the impulse. It helps having the sort of reason that motivates me. Few things do.
No matter what anyone says, I think there is more to life than meets the eye, even though I can neither define nor explain it. This trip has much of that so far.