C37 Dirt on Phil Moore
The next morning,
Mr. Sinclair walked into an abandoned warehouse. There were noises of rats squeaking at every corner he passed.
He entered a small, almost unnoticeable door under the fireplace in one of the rooms of the dust-filled warehouse - and came out to the other side into a large, eloquent bedroom with a king-sized bed in the middle, a piano to the right, a wardrobe to the left
