No lights remained on and there was no emergency lighting. The curtains covering the windows didn’t allow any light inside. The only light was the small patch of sunlight coming through the door. Derek pulled a road flare from his pack and struck it. It flared to life and cast a dull red glow into the murk. He stepped inside holding the flare in front of him and looked around slowly looked around. He could see the curtains covering the windows had been secured to the walls by nails or screws. Someone definitely didn’t want anyone to see inside.
A teller line made of oak and marble ran along the left side of the building. Big oak desks sat along the right side on the marble floor. At the center of the room was a large staircase with brass banisters leading down, the top of it opposite him on the other side of brass railings. A second set of double doors split the back wall. There were probably more offices back there and a staircase up the third floor. Ornate brass chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling and even the support beams were carved wood.
