Columbus at last

Columbus is a big city for Ohio, but only big enough to fool the people living in it. There are lots of shops and strip malls, but mostly there are suburbs of small houses with pointy rooftops. Gains used to live in Columbus with his family until he was dazzled by the talk of owning farmland. He had grown so accustomed to Rushville and its vast space, run-down houses, and abandoned barns that he hardly recognized Columbus any longer. He only knew the airport, which was the closest one from his little house.
Gains pulled into a gas station and walked into the phone booth and pulled up their recent phone book. He found the address to Midwest Productions, and was surprised to find that he knew the location. He drove to the little building and parked on the other side of the lot. Gains had decided on the drive that he would avoid seeing Ore at all. He found a side door that was propped open. He casually walked past the door and looked inside. There was a hallway which had a large window that had open blinds on the inside. There were small posters for the awful plays that Ore had told him about when he was the newspaper worker. It was Robert Ore’s office, and it looked empty at the moment.
Gains didn’t waste time. Once he was done looking, he walked straight through the door and into the office, walking with purpose. If anyone had seen him, he looked like he belonged. There was a large mahogany box for a desk with papers strewn over the top. Phone numbers written on Post-its and pieces of the script from “Planet of the Apes.” How could someone conceivably make it a musical? The drawers on the other side had little in them, and especially nothing useful. He shifted the papers until he found an envelope with “Tina Stark” written on the front. Gains pocketed the envelope in his jacket, and pushed “Play” on Ore’s answering machine. There was a message from some prospective actor that was a big fan, Ore’s son, Johnny, asking for money to buy something Gains didn’t understand, and Detective Graham asking Ore to call him back. Gains quickly deleted the message from Graham, and noted the phone number of the Midwest Productions off of Ore’s cheaply made business cards. He was walking back down the hallway again when a woman saw him and asked what he was doing here.
“Oh, hi. How are you?” Gains stalled, “I’m an old, old friend of Robert’s, and I didn’t want to bother him, but I was just dropping off an envelope for him about some people we knew way back.”
“Oh! How great of you to bring that by! No, Mr. Ore isn’t in the office right now, he is holding auditions for his new play at the theatre down the street. I’ll let him know you came by, Mr.…”
“Oh no, miss, it’s actually not the best news, I’d rather leave him alone with it, if you don’t mind.”
The woman gave a shrug and Gains backed out of the open door. As he walked back to his car, he tore open the envelope for Tina. There was a note inside with a combination under “A75.” Some kind of locker, probably. Gains decided to check out the old theatre where Ore was being stood up by Tina Stark.