Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 35

Uhh...teehee...I'm sorry in advance...this truly sucked ass to write

Longest chapter yet!

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We had pulled up to a small house. We were on the outskirts of New York state in a quaint little neighborhood. It looked like one of those neighborhoods where if I would have walked through it as a child or teen, the mothers living in the houses would have seen me and told their children to stay away from me like I was some kind of disease.

No one likes foster kids that dress like I do.

The house was your standard suburbia architecture, red brick and shuttered windows. Louis parked by the curb, making it easy if we had to pull a quick exit.

"Any ideas about what we're going to find in here?" I asked him before we stepped out of the car, knowing full well that neither of us had any ideas.

He gave me a look, clearly saying that I knew what his answer would be.

We stepped out of the car on each side, staring at the little house apprehensively.

A little old lady stopped mowing her lawn a few houses over to stare at us and I didn't blame her. We were dressed head to toe in black, getting out of a car that cost more than these houses, not to mention Louis was wearing sunglasses when it had become cloudy enough to rain.

The air was thick and humid, which didn't help my already adrenaline induced state at we walked up to the door.

We were side by side and I could feel the nervous energy rolling off of him. It was the same way he looked before he fought.

"Knock or kick it down?" I murmured under my breath before we reached the door.

"We don't know what's inside. Just knock." He answered quietly.

Louis stepped up to the white door first. He rapped his knuckles sharply and we stood back, both of us had our right hands in our waistbands around the handle of our guns.

The silence around us was deafening as we waited. The old lady had finally returned to her mowing. I kept my eyes trained on the door and my weight on the balls of my feet.

No one answered. We waited and Louis shifted his weight next to me, he was in a crouch, ready to shoot or run. Still no one answered.

We waited another two minutes before Louis spoke.

"No one's home. Or at least not coming to the door. I don't want to draw too much attention and kick the door down, can you pick the lock?" He spoke lowly, even though we guessed there was no one inside to hear.

"I can try."

I reached up, pulling a pin from my hair. I bent it backwards so it snapped and I was left with two small metal rods. Louis shifted from behind me to the side so he blocked the old lady's view of my activities should she look up from her mowing again.

I inserted the pins lightly, working them around each other to find the tumblers inside the lock and applying pressure.

Louis and I grinned at each other in triumph when the lock clicked, allowing us to open the door and step into a dimly lit living room. He shut the door behind us as we took in our surroundings. We were definitely in the right place. There was no furniture or photographs anywhere. The house was barren, and clean to an obsessive degree. The carpet had been recently vacuumed and none of the window sills were dusty.

Blackout curtains covered each window, the only light in the room seeping from in between them. It was a perfect drop spot, no one would expect a house like this in a neighborhood like this to ever contain anything dirty or dangerous.