Initially, the building had been gathering more dust by each passing day. He had talked about getting hands but Zach had refused it. Then it got to the point where the smell would meet him as soon as he got to the doorway. But Zach wouldn’t yield. He kept the house the same way, gathering dust, dirt and smell — if smell could be gathered.
Scott got out of the cushion and walked to the right side of the room. The sitting room was open with bulletproof glass surrounding the distance of it. A one-sided reflective glass that left the outside bare to him but the outside couldn’t see the occupants of the house.
From there, he stared at the slowly quietening city beneath him, wondering if the city had ever been quiet at twelve AM.
His mind drifted. It went to the message he sent earlier, just
