He stopped the Impala at a corner in a run down neighborhood. The sort of place he'd never park his baby, if he didn't absolutely have to. He stopped the engine and turned to grab his bag off the backseat.
"The house up the street with the falling down privacy wall and crappy yard." He nodded to it. "We're going around to the back. You ready?"
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"The house up the street with the falling down privacy wall and crappy yard." He nodded to it. "We're going around to the back. You ready?"