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He and Bekowsky left central station again after the receptionist had promised them to call them via KGPL as soon as Black was in the right state for an interrogation. Stefan placed himself behind the steering-wheel again. "Let's check this out...you think that guy really lives there?" "Hard to tell..." muttered Cole. "If he's a professional, he's propably just using the address for his mailing." "But even in this case he would need to check it out today because he expects Black's payment." detected Stefan furrowing his brow. "If the odds are in our favor we may find him there."

It was already early noon when they arrived at the address. It turned out to be a small and sleazy house. The white colour had peeled off the walls on various parts and some bricks of the roof appeared to be missing. "Well that's not really the nicest place to live...even for a criminal." commented Stefan as they walked down the small path leading up to the house. A yellow sign was taped on the rusted door. It said Unstable, danger, do not enter. The detectives exchanged a look. "You really wanna go in there?" asked Stefan who didn't look convinced. "We should definitely take a closer look...there may be something inside that could tell us more about this Blake character." Cole attempted to open the door and found it unlocked. That was great because in this case they could maintain some semblance of order and Blake wouldn't immediately realize that someone had entered the building.
Stefan closed the door behind them. "Okay you better stay here by the window to watch out for Blake while I take a look around..." suggested Cole. "Alright, but better be careful...the floor looks pretty fragile to me." Cole started to oberserve the room. They were standing in the living-room area. A torn-up coach was standing next to the door. The wall behind it was painted in a very ugly shade of green. On a small desk were lying some old newspapers, an ashtray and a withered plant. Nothing of any interest. The same in the kitchen. Everything in there was very dirty and dusty and clearly looked as if no one's been in there for quite a long time. The air smelled he came back in the living room and onto the small corridor leading to the other rooms he could suddenly hear a loud CRACK and felt the wooden floor burst under his feet. He was suddenly trapped in the floor with his right foot sunken into it up to his knee. He managed to climb out of the small hole and stumbled back on his feet again. "You okay, Cole?" called Stefan from the living room. "Yes...but you were right about the floor." He proceeded to walk down the corridor carefully examining the floor for more rotten wood parts and genuely skirting around them. The next room on the left was a bedroom. The bed was very dusty as well. There were barely any clothes in the cupboard only a men's hat and tie were lying on the floor of it.

He also checked the remaining rooms, a small bathroom and a second bedroom – without finding anything interesting. He went back to join Stefan in the living-room. "Nothing interesting in here...did you see something suspicious?" "Nah, not really. There was only a woman passing the building a few minutes ago. Ah, there she is again." Cole also stared trough the dirty glass of the window. The slim figure of a woman came walking in his vision from the right side. She seemed to look their way and both detectives quickly ducked down under the window.

Cole carefully glanced out from his hiding-place. "What's she doing?" Cole squinted his eyes. "She might be checking the mailbox...yes, definitely. Let's get her!" The two of them jumped to their feet and burst out the house, almost ripping out the door in the process. "LAPD, freeze!" called Cole while drawing his gun. To his suprise the woman didn't attempt do run away, she just stood there raising her hands. "Please don't shoot me, officers!" she called out but Cole got the impression that she wasn't scared or bothered at all. "Detectives Phelps and Bekowsky, mam. I'm afraid we need to take you to central station for further questioning." He could now also make out her features. She appeared to be around 40 years old, with long brown hair she wasn't wearing pinned up in contrast to most women her age. Some strands of grey were mixed up in it. The woman's clothes looked very elegant and expensive. Could that really be the person they were looking for? "But why, detective? I didn't do anything." she said looking him straight in the eyes. "We caught you lurking around the mailbox of this house. This address popped up in a homocide-investigation." explained Bekowsky. The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Homicide? My god!" She was good, very good but still Cole didn't buy her act of dismay. "What's your name, mam?" "Lyan. Lyan Mayweather." "Alright, Miss Mayweather, we saw you checking that mailbox here so no need to deny it."
She looked up to him with remarkable green eyes. "Okay but that's very embarrassing for me...I thought that I could maybe find something valuable in it. Do you have an idea what kinds of things people order these days?" The expression of slight embarrassment on her face looked very convincing, this woman really was a good actor. "You seriously don't look like a woman who needs to steal things from mailboxes." stated Cole. "And this address clearly doesn't look as if the owner's rich either. You're coming with us to central station." he firmly grabbed her arm. "No sonny. There's no reason..." she tried to free herself. "Stefan, cuff her. We're taking her with us."