Amari's POV
I stalked every corner of this uninspiring apartment as quickly and quietly as I could. Normally, I would call a basic apartment typical for a military man, but he had nothing. I suppose I should thank him for making the search easy, but I would find nothing at this rate. Not a single picture was hung on his wall, not even of himself. The only furniture was a couch located in the middle of his living room, but no television. Not even a café table presented itself. I laid myself on the couch, carefully sliding my fingers over every surface. There were no crumbs or quarters left behind between the cushions. If I had to guess, he was extremely clean or he never sat there.
I could hear the gentle trickling of the shower still going as I took a second look at all the walls around
