The stairs that led down to the basement were of a concrete design. Solid though they were they were showing the age of the building. While they were sturdy for the most part the edges were fraying, coupled with the dirt, powdered plaster and various other debris which had fallen over the years was making the going a little treacherous.<br/><br/>It was somewhat absurd the lengths one had to go to to try and get a story. In fine clothing and shoes almost tumbling down stairs in a old building that in all probability was condemned. Yet here she was in her fine clothes, shuffling around a filthy basement looking for some clue, some sign to substantiate what the informant was going to tell her.<br/><br/>Much of the place had been trashed well before she had got there. Filing cabinets had been over turned, their contents scattered. There seemed to be nothing of interest. Yet it was then that Jennifer heard the sound of the elevator working above her.