A place I know in a great deal is my building in Queens. 6 stories, a red-brick building that looks very old. Brown-burgundy doors that need to either be replaced or repainted, with a primer this time. As you enter the lobby, you will see old, dingy black and white checkered tiles, that bleach could not make the white bright. Lights are relatively bright, shining yellow light. There are matching mirrors on both sides of the walls with gold trimming. When you walk in, to your right, there are stairs that lead to five apartment doors. Next to it, there is a small section for the mailbox and a place to drop off packages at. It was recently updated by USPS, about time. To your left is the elevator that is seriously in need of renovation, and next to the elevator there is another set of stairs that led to five more apartments. Going up to the elevator and reach the fifth floor where I live, there are four apartments on your right, two in the middle, and another four apartments on the left. In my living room, two windows overlook the backyard of my building. One of the windows has a fire escape stairs on it and I always see birds and squirrels eating on it, enjoying the breeze and food. On the other side, there is another building that my landlord owns, and it looks identical to my building. Some windows are damaged due to Hurricane Sandy that happened in 2012. You mainly see big, crooked trees sway back. Grass that needs mowing and trash that residents throw through their windows, need to be picked up. You can also see a street that many schools buses drive at. My old middle school and a house are on the same side as the street. Nothing too exciting to see

What happened with the wife and where did she go?

How did Mr. Thorwald know where to look?