Wolf
When I walked into Jennas house, the place was trashed. It looks like someone made it here before I did. I had gotten the address from Luce, but when I got there the door to the small house was already wide open. The house was run down and looked like no one lived there. The outside looked like it needed to be condemned. The siding was a washed-out grey siding that looked like someone tried to paint over but the paint was chipping. The year, or what little bit of a yard there was, was nothing but dirt and a few weeds here and there. The windows were boarded up and there was no way that you could look into to. If I was driving by I would have thought that it was closed off.
I pulled my gun from my holster and entered the house. The inside wasn’t bad, hell it didn’t even look like it
