Part1: Heyzo Heyzo-2002

"Damn." She looked at the paper, then at the row of mail slots. One was slightly ajar. Apartment 204.

The lobby was tiled in faded green and smelled of dust and old incense. While he dialed the payphone for her (her hands were shaking too much from the cold), she noticed a slip of paper on the floor. It was a rental agreement. Apartment 204. Paid through the end of the month. The name was smudged. heyzo heyzo-2002 part1

He gestured toward the building. "There's a payphone in the lobby of number 3. Old building, but the line still works." The lobby was tiled in faded green and

The summer rain hammered against the corrugated awning of the vending machine alcove. Rina huddled under it, her work blouse clinging to her shoulders, her tablet clutched to her chest like a shield. Her heel had snapped ten minutes ago, and to make matters worse, her phone was a slick, dead brick. Apartment 204

Her blood turned to ice.

End of Part 1.