~Hayden POV~
After a short while, I decided I had to go in there, not sure what exactly I would do but staying out here with my d**k, literally in my hands was not an option. I got out of my beat-up tan Volvo. I was dressed in some washout distress jeans and a black no name sweatshirt. When trying to blend in into any environment, it was always best to wear something that would not bring about any attention. The human brain was prone to making associations. I recall interviewing so many witnesses over my years as a prosecutor and many times it was the sensory details that we were able to flesh out when identifying the perpetrator. The witnesses were able to recall sound, smell, familiar terms, scars or tattoos along with labels from outfits. Knowing this, I knew that wearing flashy name b
