Logan turned to look at Scott where he stood next to him, his arms crossing over his chest. "That's where Marcus Hollander lives?"
Because the house in front of them was dilapidated and broken-- the grass was tall to high hell, the streetlamp in front of it was busted, and Logan wasn't even entirely certain that the broken rocking horse on the yard wasn't cursed, for fuck's sake.
The whole thing smelled of rot. Smelled like a place that nobody should be living in. Already he worried for the state of the kid they were looking for; what the hell were his parents supposed to be, junkies?
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Logan turned to look at Scott where he stood next to him, his arms crossing over his chest. "That's where Marcus Hollander lives?"
Because the house in front of them was dilapidated and broken-- the grass was tall to high hell, the streetlamp in front of it was busted, and Logan wasn't even entirely certain that the broken rocking horse on the yard wasn't cursed, for fuck's sake.
The whole thing smelled of rot. Smelled like a place that nobody should be living in. Already he worried for the state of the kid they were looking for; what the hell were his parents supposed to be, junkies?
"I'm not going in there before you do, Slim."