Bella's POV
There was about a ten-foot space from the building to left onto the roof, Jake was waiting when we arrived perched on top of the building the right.
Rose stared at the jump.
She wasn’t particularly fond of heights but she didn’t complain.
Rose was too tough for that.
Going first I centered my balance, took three steps back, and flung myself through the air over the forty-foot drop below. As I landed lightly I heard Rose only a second behind me.
We didn’t speak as we moved silently through the darkness and popped open the roof’s fire escape door. The elevator was not empty as expected and Rose dropped quickly from the ceiling to incapacitate the guard. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was smirking.
Luck was with us and the apartment in question was closest to this side of the hall. The door was open with yellow caution tape strung across the door.
Inside everything looked in perfect order, if there was a struggle it didn’t happen here. We searched all the normal places, closets, underwear drawer, freezer, under the mattress, but found nothing. The cops had already been on this case for hours meaning that any blatant evidence would have already been seized, but we didn’t specialize in the blatant.
Then I saw it.
An oversized book placed on a shelf just below the nightstand. Opening it I found that it wasn’t a book at all, but a treasure chest of sorts. Pictures, bank logs, an envelope, and a roll of old 35mm film.
It was enough.
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