While the chief enjoyed a huge, spacious office, Ike was not so fortunate. There was enough room for his desk, his chair and one accross from it, a printer which sat atop a four-drawer file cabinet, and his TV, which sat atop a small refrigerator. He did have a north-facing window which provided a nice view of the river behind him at his desk. His door was brown wood, 'honduran something', the top half was a glass window painted black from the other side. His name was printed below the glass and a plastic bin hung below that. Inside the bin was a folder and a small stack of papers which were stapled together. The detective pulled out the folder: Case File #494.
Ike grabbed the rest of the papers, unlocked the door and flipped on his light, which also turned on the fan. He kept his office fairly clean, keeping most of his papers filed away. His desk formed the shape of an L, the shorter part of which held his computer. An open notebook waiting to be written in sat in front of the longer part of his desk. His phone was mounted on the wall beside his TV. He tossed his mail down on top of the notebook, pulled off his wet shoes and socks and set them by the door before closing it. He hit random keys on his keyboard to wake up his computer, slipped off his jacket and hung it on the hook on the back of his door. He pulled a small black notepad from the inside pocket of his coat and tossed it on the desk.
Reaching down and locking the door, he then moved his chair out of the way and got down on his hands and knees. Under his desk he slid the wall open to reveal a small metal door with a keyhole in it. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, revealing three black duffel bags. He pulled the top one out, closed the door, and slid the wall back into place.
Ike grabbed the rest of the papers, unlocked the door and flipped on his light, which also turned on the fan. He kept his office fairly clean, keeping most of his papers filed away. His desk formed the shape of an L, the shorter part of which held his computer. An open notebook waiting to be written in sat in front of the longer part of his desk. His phone was mounted on the wall beside his TV. He tossed his mail down on top of the notebook, pulled off his wet shoes and socks and set them by the door before closing it. He hit random keys on his keyboard to wake up his computer, slipped off his jacket and hung it on the hook on the back of his door. He pulled a small black notepad from the inside pocket of his coat and tossed it on the desk.
Reaching down and locking the door, he then moved his chair out of the way and got down on his hands and knees. Under his desk he slid the wall open to reveal a small metal door with a keyhole in it. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, revealing three black duffel bags. He pulled the top one out, closed the door, and slid the wall back into place.
