When Hank stopped the car in front of an old, run-down building, my jaw nearly hit the floor. What kind of place was this? The entire building looked practically abandoned. The walls were covered in graffiti, the windows were dirty or broken, trash littered the ground everywhere, and even the fences surrounding the place were rusted.
As I stepped out of the car, a group of boys hanging around nearby looked my way, immediately grinning and whispering among themselves.
“I’ll call you when I want you to come pick me up,” I told Hank.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to leave you in a place like this?” he asked seriously, clearly concerned.
“Yes, don’t worry.”
After a long silence, Hank nodded and started the engine, though he didn’t leave right away. He waited a couple more minutes, making
