OK, I had this all written before I read the other posts trying to make sure I was "original"... Now I get that I was SUPPOSED to read those and pick up where they left off? My apologies for not "getting" it but it sounds like it is OK if I do another story line? Oh well, here it is anyway!

Part 2

I glanced at the clock... after midnight. Too late to call anyone, no point trying to sleep. I searched the flat, every inch of it, and found nothing. By then the sun was coming up so I started some coffee and catnapped as it brewed.

The ten minutes of sleep, the coffee, the sunlight - it all seemed to do me some good. I sat down and watched the end of tape four with fresh eyes, and I went frame by frame until I found the clue I was looking for.

He was younger, much younger, but that was my new landlord. He was in that crowd, he had been there too. Maybe he and the former tenant of my flat were there together?

It crossed my mind that perhaps the landlord had pulled that board loose on purpose, ensuring I would find the tapes? Was he hoping I would watch them, and go in search of the last one? But why?! If he wanted me to know this information, why not just tell me? And most of all, why ME? He had screened applicants so carefully I had made a remark to a coworker that it was like he was looking for a roommate, not a renter. He definitely had picked ME.

Suspicions of all sorts raced through my mind, but none of them even slowed my pace as I nearly ran down the steps and rapped on the landlord's door.