Finding A Ghost (Completed)

Chapter 8

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**| North's POV |**

Sang Baby's family lived about fifteen minutes away from our hotel. They lived in a semi-upscale area of Schlutup, one of the ten districts that made up Lübeck. I secretly always thought this was the reason Sang obsessed over history. This area used to be a fishing village and sitting at the center was a fifteenth century church. All the tourist attractions surrounded the docks.

I never knew where she lived, only the area and that was because we sometimes met up at the docks. Seeing the house she grew up in brought on unexpected anger. This was the fucking house she lived in, the same house that should have protected her from the monsters in the world. Instead, one of the monsters lived inside and tormented her.

Her family's house stood three-stories tall and was made out of light brown bricks and two pointed roof tops at two different levels. Two chimneys stood up from the roof, one big and the other small. Trees surrounded the house, a couple of them pushing right up against the walls and casting shadows all over the house. It wasn't a large house, just a little tall, making it look narrow.

Owen turned off the car Victor rented out for us and we just stared at the building. There were scattered white-framed windows on the house in what seemed like random spots. They weren't the type of windows that I was used to where you pushed it up and a screen kept bugs out. It was one where the windows swung inwards and there weren't any screens. I only knew this because one of the windows was open. Since our car windows were currently down, we could hear soft rock playing.

Someone was home.

I thought about the man I met a handful of times, the one I figured hurt Sang and left the bruises on her. I never did figure out who exactly did it but I've seen the fear on Sang's face when she looked at her father so it had to be him. Her father was a tall, lanky man with curly dark hair and high cheekbones. His eyes were always dark and focused, filled with a slightly mean glint as he looked at people, analyzing them. He even intimidated me as a kid and not many could do that since I had to deal with my father and that man was the scariest motherfucker around.

"Are you ready?" Owen asked.

I glared at him. No, I wasn't fucking ready. I didn't know what was going to happen and it scared the shit out of me.

"Her still living here would be too easy, wouldn't it?" I asked, eyeing the house.

"We haven't found signs of her living here through research."

"You haven't found anything on her at all."

"North, would you like to head back to the hotel and we can come back at another time?"

"No, I'll talk to him." And try not to punch him in the face.

"I need you to focus, Mr. Taylor."

I looked at Owen. He was going into leader mode and calling me out.

"To find her, we need to know what he knows and we can't do that if you threaten him, yell at him, or act, in any way, inappropriate."

He stared at me, waiting for my answer. I nodded in agreement. I could be a good boy for now. Then later, I can come back and punch him in the face.

I thought about the time Sang limped around and wouldn't raise her right arm above her shoulder. She wouldn't tell me what was wrong or even show me the bruising, but I knew they were there underneath her thin clothing. Even if her father never touched her, he was still to blame. He should have protected her.