“Yeah, a dozen reasons why we should not be in this neighborhood. Don’t look to your left.”
“Why?” I ask as I turn my head to see what he is talking about.
“My God, you are so predictable,” he says as he starts laughing. “There was actually a drug deal going down on our right,” he thinks to me.
“Ye gods!” I exclaim and slap him on the forearm. “Then why did you tell me to not look on my left?”
“Because I knew you would look.”
“I hate you.”
Houston stops walking and just starts looking around. “May be a wrong address. Or he’s already left.”
“Damnit.”
“If we knew his mom’s name, we could find her. See if she knew where he was.”
“Let’s head back to the office. I’ll call Steve and tell him we’ve hit a wall.”
“You know, this isn’t our job. You were doing him a favor.”
“I know.”
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