Of course, I couldn’t deny that a big part of her attitude was me and the fact that I was here.
Hm, fair. I guess it’s too much to expect her to forgive Taylor that easily.
I wonder what Brian and Alec think.
Angelica returned to the doorway, looked up at her owner, and then returned to the apartment.
“No problems,” Bitch spoke, translating Angelica’s body language for everyone present. Grue looked at me, and I nodded confirmation.
Both is good.
I led the way inside, using my flashlight to scan the area.
The apartment had been ransacked, but it wasn’t the kind of ransacking that suggested the looters had gotten to it. No, it was the very thorough removal of everything valuable that could be carried away by a family of three or four.
Evacuees. Hopefully they’re alright, starting new lives in a different city.
There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen with room for a small table and accompanying chairs. There was a smaller bed in one room and a king sized bed in the other.
I guess it’s three rather than four, then. Not that it matters all that much.
Dresser drawers, cabinets and bedside tables were all open, clothes strewn around the rooms. The occupants had left in a hurry, and I was guessing they probably hadn’t expected to come back or find much of their stuff here when they did.
I wonder if they evacuated the moment they got out of the shelter.
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