Chapter 49
He took the elevator to the fifth floor, where it bounced before the door slowly opened. Chris walked down a brown-carpeted hallway, past two wood-stained doors with black metal numbers. He stopped at apartment 503, unlocked the three locks, opened the door, and then stepped inside.
Sunlight streamed through two sets of picture windows across from him, washing the living room in a sea of light. A few feet in front of him, Ron’s jacket was draped over the arm of the brown sofa, and in front of the sofa was a coffee table with an open bag of chips and three empty beer bottles. Bookshelves lined the wall in between the windows and a desk sat in the corner. There was a closed laptop and several stacks of papers on the desk.