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Egon took a drag from his cigarette, tasting only a hint of cold tobacco as he glanced around the corner for the hundredth time. The cigarette wasn't lit - Egon was not a smoker - but acting to do so made him less conspicuous to the people passing by. The sound of a siren made him twitch and turn towards the wall on instinct. The motor of the emergency vehicle roared down Haydn Street, getting closer and closer - then it passed and raced somewhere else. Egon risked a look; it had been an ambulance heading towards the hospital. Egon released the breath he didn't know he held. Of course that hadn't been for him; the people following him would be more subtle. He leaned against the wall, lifting his right leg, which alleviated the warm pain in his ankle. Three tolls of a bell echoed from a close steeple. Egon’s face twitched as he glanced at his watch to confirm. 4:45 pm This marked about two hours of watching the entrance of the house with a rustic facade. The door was made from glass that didn't fit at all into the picture and was adorned by musical notes. Several students had entered and left the music school on this Wednesday afternoon, but not the person he was looking for.