Jimmy finds the flop house right where the barman said, at 2941 E 22nd. It's a rundown old gray brick building, of a large construction that reveals this was once a large house for a wealthy family that has fallen into decay along with the rest of the neighborhood. Now it's been divided into a bunch of shabby single room apartments that share a common bathroom facility, any of the glamour of the building long since gone. A row of mailboxes attached next to the front door bear the names of the tenants written in faded pencil on a simple slip of yellowed paper affixed to each. Mailbox 3 is labeled with the name Dolezal.

   The curtains of apartment 3 are drawn but it appears to be dark inside. A few hours pass while Jimmy does his part to blend in and look natural but Frank Dolezal hasn't shown his face. Jimmy glances down at his watch. It's 1:21 in the morning.

Checking his watch he takes a mental inventory of his gusto and determination, still good. Years of watching adulterers, thieves then cults and secret societies has given him the ability to work late into the night.

Running his hand a long his face he can hear the bristles of his 8 o'clock shadow rubbing against his palm. Looks worse than he feels.

Looking around to ensure he had a window of opportunity to make his way inside and to room number 3. Once there, if all is still in his favor might as well see if Frank is home.

Jimmy does what he can to make inside to door number three. Ready to sneak if need be but the concept of "act like you belong here," comes to mind.

Once at Frank's door the plan is to try the handle oh' so slowly to check the lock. In his right coat pocket is his lock picks if needed.

The adrenaline starts to pump. Not only sneaking about in the middle of the night but if Frank is as big of a hot head as he keeps hearing he could be in for a bruising.

"Maybe life isn't about avoiding the bruises, maybe it's about collecting the scars to prove we showed up for it." The words repeated in his head, something Kitty once said as she dabbed a cold cloth across his bruised face after some thug mistook him for a punching bag.

Jimmy slides in through the front door looking natural and finds himself in a foyer with a hallway lined with 3 numbered doors leading to a communal bathroom and kitchen area and a stairway leading upstairs. The air inside is hotter and the humidity feels more stifling from the lack of a breeze and there's a stale smell about the place.

Jimmy finds the door to room 3 locked and no sign that anybody is home. Luckily, though he can hear a man snoring in the room next door and can hear the murmur of conversation coming from upstairs, there isn't any traffic in the hallway at this late hour and it gives Jimmy the time he needs to pop open the lock with his tools.

Frank's apartment is a single small dirty room with cracked plaster walls stained by years of tobacco smoke. A shabby dresser stands in one corner, a simple metal bed frame with a stained mattress and a rumpled blanket stands in another. A pile of dirty clothes lays at the foot of the bed along with a pair of worn work boots. A single bare light bulb hangs from a cord attached to the ceiling.

"Alright Jimmy, quick and thorough, like my divorce. "


Reaching up he turns on the light to give the room a once over starting with the dresser drawers then to anything else that could be of interest.

The dresser drawers hold a small collection of clothes, toiletry items, and personal effects. The only thing of interest is a notebook with 25 names and addresses written down in it. The farthest away address is in Ontario, California, but none of the names match anything you have seen in the case file.

Turning to the rest of the room, something catches Jimmy's eye (Evidence Collection). There's a brick beneath the window that looks loose. On closer inspection, Jimmy finds that the brick slides out and there is a hollow space behind it where he finds a twist of paper and a small square shaped brown envelope.

"People only hide something if it's valuable or if it's incriminating, what do you have to hide Frank."

OOC: Open the twist of paper first. Is the brown envelope open or sealed? If it is sealed anything in the room I can steam open it with?