The place was still livable, nothing wrong with it and we'd checked the foundation and s**t when we first came here, we just didn't want to intrude on the old man's memories. This place had meant the world to him, that's why it meant so much to us that he'd left it to us. He'd been one of a kind, but it seems there was more to him than even we knew.
The latest suspicion that he might've been murdered was heavy on my mind. It f****d with me to think that he'd come home to live out his latter years in peace only to be cut down by someone he might've trusted. I'm pretty sure each of my brothers had the same thoughts running through his head right now; if we find the f**k he's done.
But we had more to take into consideration these days. I have no doubt a few months earlier we would've waged
