But that day, he had explored every inch of the place, partly to satisfy the freaked-out owner, but also to satisfy his own curiosity.
He loved old buildings and his job as a county cop enabled him to explore—always with the knowledge of the dispatcher—but always because of an adventure bug.
Right now, lights were on in the upstairs apartment. That would be a wonderful building to live in. He’d have to put a bug in the owner’s ear for when it might vacate.
The new bank corner. Great building. Great people. People would classify it as the new bank for at least twenty years. Maybe thirty.
But across the street on the corner was an eyesore he’d love to buy someday. He slowed and shined his light into the building. Nothing to see, but he envisioned a gallery or little cafe in there with hi
