He stopped, his pencil hovering over the paper. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was ticking steadily.
Was it a coordinate? He checked the latitude and longitude. 52.588 degrees North led to a desolate, beautiful patch of forest in Germany. Beautiful, but it yielded no answers. He stopped, his pencil hovering over the paper
He walked into his study and looked at the center of the butcher paper where he had written the number in giant, bold ink. Suddenly, it clicked. It was not a code, a date, or a coordinate. bold ink. Suddenly
Appelez-nous:
Lu - Ve / 09:00 - 17:00
Envoyez-nous un courriel:
He stopped, his pencil hovering over the paper. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was ticking steadily.
Was it a coordinate? He checked the latitude and longitude. 52.588 degrees North led to a desolate, beautiful patch of forest in Germany. Beautiful, but it yielded no answers.
He walked into his study and looked at the center of the butcher paper where he had written the number in giant, bold ink. Suddenly, it clicked. It was not a code, a date, or a coordinate.