#Chapter24-02
I was going to drop Clarke off at home. He lived in the village and if I had taken the right route then I would have passed it on the way to my own home. But something stopped me. Jonathan- as much as I hated to admit it- held a valid point. Clarke was young enough and impressionable enough that his loyalty was mine if I played it right.
"Whatever you see," I warned him as we pulled up in front of BattleRidge. "No matter how strange, you keep to your f*****g self. Got it?"
An eager nod moved the young man's head. I got out. Clarke seemed to fall out, scrambling to his feet as he tried to match my pace.
The house was not how I had left it. When I opened the front door, I had to squeeze through a tiny gap as it wouldn't open all the way. Tall cardboard boxes blocked the way
