Kendrick took off again with a decided mind. He pulled his car into a parking lot after extended hours on the road.
He shut the engines down and secure his car with the lock. He walked straight into an apartment building climbing the stairs thoughtfully. He made it to room 67.
He pulled up a bunch of keys using the one with a similar number as the door. The lock unlocks and he strolled into the apartment. The walls are painted cream and the floor had fluffy rugs. He stepped around checking the refrigerator and only room. The sheets were neatly arranged and cold. There was little in the fridge, not much to bite anyway.
The Tv set idle, shelves held books, and the walls artistic portraits, not a family picture could be seen, the house was blank on who might be living in there and Kendr
