Matt pulled the seatbelt off it's hook as his car came to a stop in front of the large penthouse just beside the beach.
The dark brown painted walls of the building, with high ceilings, a bridge to the river and then some seats scattered outside was where Marcus and him came to hang often.
If Marcus wasn't at work, most times he was home on the building in front of Matt.
Matt got out. He didn't bother with snooping around to find Marcus' car. Most times he came without it.
He stopped right at the front door and knocked.
“Marcus!”
“Marcus!! Come out!*
“Marcus!!!”
He knocked at intervals, hearing nothing but silence at the other side of the door.
“I know you're in there, if you don't open this door right now, I'll break it down. I'm serious.”
Matt peered through the tiny keyhole to
