"All kinds of stuff. Like, uh...stuff that past tenants might've left behind." With one hand, he used the club to bat at the ball, keeping them both lingering at the green they were currently on. Thankfully the course was rather sparse, so there wasn't anyone behind them to complain.
"I don't think Fiona has met the landlord, but I never asked her. Both she and her sister live in the building - I guess I could ask them both, maybe we could do some kind of survey. I mean, don't you think that's weird? No one having met the landlord..." Max didn't quite notice the circles he was drawing in his own mind, too absorbed in turning over the puzzle from every possible angle.
"Anyway, the room. It had all this weird stuff. Like a spatula, this huge bra, just all this junk. But it wasn't a trash room - everything was on shelves, and labeled with numbers." He paused, not intending to be dramatic, but certainly falling out that way. "The numbers matched the apartment numbers in the building. Like the stuff used to belong to prior tenants."