Chapter 32He ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed it back. Rolling his shoulders in a halfhearted attempt to relieve some of the tension and tightness there, he released a heavy sigh, stepped out from behind the piece of machinery, and began crossing the lot toward the biggest abandoned structure.
There were a hundred different points of entry. Most of the windows had been smashed, and if the doors were even present, they were open. The mass of twisted steel and brick was covered in graffiti, broken glass, and decaying planks of wood. It looked like the type of place where teenagers would hang out to drink beers and skip curfew. Or worse, a hotspot for junkies looking to shoot up. It smelled like sawdust, mold, old paint, unrecognizable chemicals, and urine. And he thought with a
