Izzy drew him across the wide, wide floor. There was a door in the back wall. It opened up into a small corridor.
“Okay,” Izzy said. “Bathrooms, and door to the back, I guess? And…” He pushed open another door. “Found the stairs.”
Wyatt followed him up them. A flickering bulb illuminated the stairs, on and off.
Izzy opened another door at the top of the stairs. “Oh, wow.”
He got that right.
The top floor had clearly been renovated more recently than the downstairs. It was an open-plan loft. A wall full of windows let the light right in. The kitchen was at one end of the loft, and the living space at the other. Above the living space was a mezzanine floor with a set of steps leading up to it.
“Okay, shit,” Izzy said. “This is amazing!”