The Journal
...Sprinting down the stairs as fast as she could, Lara wondered just how long the bomb could have left. Panic surfaced in her as she lost her footing, missing a step and falling down the rest of the staircase. Pain surged in her left leg as she limped the rest of the way out the building, she had barely gotten ten metres outside the door when the bomb went off-the shock wave sending her once more falling to the concrete ground. When she looked up Gunderson was gone and she heard sirens. People were staring at the fire erupting from the apartment from the windows of their own apartments and she limped off down an alleyway just as a police car sped by. Managing to stay undetected she went went back to the safety of her hotel room and sat down and read the last entry in Kurtis' journal for clues.
"I have a new lead in my fight against Eckhardt, an associate of the archaeologist that Eckhardt hired to find one of the paintings. From my rooftop perch atop the apartment opposite Von Croy's I could see it all unfold. To my regret I couldn't do anything but watch as he was murdered. The woman however was spared and I watched her flee the Parisian police. She dropped something important when she fled a backpack or something and I somehow managed to sneak up on the policeman who had retrieved it from the dogs it and take it from him, maybe there's a clue in here. With my lead on Von Croy dead I couldn't do much when to my surprise the next day, the woman came into the cafe I was eating breakfast in. I've identified the woman as adventurer Lara Croft and now that I've seen her in the proper light I was quite taken aback with her. When she mentioned Le Serpent Rouge I knew that she would be a thorn in my side during my mission so I knew that I had to dissuade her somehow. I left her backpack in one of the rooms in Le Serpent Rouge with a note and key to a locker for her. Hopefully it might dissuade her but at most it will probably slow her down. I managed to get out in the nick of time as I saw as I sped away on my motor cycle. I used a spare key to put a dossier of Lux Veritatis names in a storage locker nearby with a note attached, that ought to buy me some time. By the time I had done that and gotten to my next vantage point it was only about an hour before I saw her again, running down a sewage pipe with flames erupting around her before diving into the Seine. That girl's got some guts, by now she's probably figured out that The Louvre is where the Obscura Painting is hidden, so that'll be my next stop, first though I have to bury my fathers treasure underneath the Alchemist's Haunt only twenty doors away.
Lara felt a bit flattered as she read out the part where Kurtis was taken aback with her, a bashful smile appearing on her face. However as she read deeper it all began to click into place and her flattered attitude was soon replaced by a feeling of intrusion, "He was watching me the whole time" Lara exclaimed "I always knew he was a stalker" she said in a surprisingly light-hearted response, softening a bit as she remembered they both had the same goal. She read aloud the last sentence a few times before looking away from the journal with a puzzled look on her face, "Alchemist's Haunt... twenty doors away, what does that mean". Suddenly a light-bulb appeared above her head and something clicked inside her brain. "Of course" enlightenment showing on her visage "the Alchemist Nicholas Flamel lived on the same street as Kurtis, Rue de Montmorency. Flamel lived at number 52 and Kurtis at 72 literally twenty doors away". Lara suddenly felt foolish at how such an easy riddle had baffled her for a few seconds. She still didn't know where in the house this treasure was supposed to be at or if it had any significance in her search at all but anything to do with Kurtis seemed important to her. She began speculating for just how long would this go on for "Why am I doing this?" she asked herself "I barely know him". "You feel for him" came a voice in her head which just left her more confused. Somehow she would not be sated until she she knew where he was. "Night-time is my best bet of finding this treasure that Kurtis had buried", was her conclusion and so began the long wait until the safety of tomorrow night, the police would still be swarming the area tonight, "Bad for business" was her take on times like these.