It was not a particularly nice place. When people thought of organized crime the imagined high rollers and expensive restaurants; the haunts of the wealthy among them. The truth, as most really knew, was closer to street level--the thugs and the employees were workers like anyone else, paid enough for their services to keep them complacent with the threats that kept them from going somewhere else. The door to the apartment complex was locked from the inside, but at the best of times such things were hardly difficult to bypass. A heavy set black man slipping out gave Stephanie the opening she needed, and she was inside.<br/><br/>Even had she not been given the number it would have been easy to tell which apartment had been Jack's. He hadn't been particularly subtle about some of his habits, and the lingering smell of cigarettes and smoke and honest to God fire lingered in the air around it. Anyone with the slightest magical inkling could have told you that someone of potency had lived there--the only question, really, was how it hadn't been noticed prior. The lock on the door was solid but nothing someone skilled couldn't handle, but the inside...<br/><br/>It was easy to see why he wouldn't have rented it out again.<br/><br/>The inside of the place was spartan, the long room broken up between kitchenette and living room by an awful green-faux marble bar, and living room and bedroom only by the shift in decor. Ashtrays abounded, and were filled, but somehow it didn't smell like normal tobacco--there were too many other things in it, herbs and spices and incenses and something of a tang like heated metal.<br/><br/>More importantly, perhaps were the walls and ceiling of the room itself. Someone had carved into almost every inch of their surface, and anyone with true magical training would be able to see the charms woven into them. Fireproofing, containment, strengthening... someone had turned the place into a magical bomb shelter from the inside out, and not without skill. Though it was crude and inefficient it certainly didn't lack in strength, and even now after they had been disrupted--a large section of them had been quite pointedly marred across the wall in the back--there was still something to them.<br/><br/>But there were no personal effects to be found. Whatever Darrens had brought with him, he had taken it.