Deacon opened the door to the apartment, taking a survey of the surroundings. "Is this how you left it?"
Angel stepped into the small living room to turn on a light. Gasping as she saw her couch slashed to pieces, papers strewn everywhere. "Oh s**t! I am never going to get my security deposit back."
"Someone was looking for something."
"Deacon I don't have anything! I am flat broke, I live paycheck to paycheck. I don't own much jewelry and I don't even have a savings account."
"You said that you had the reports from your mothers case. Where are they?"
"I hid them in the floor of the bedroom. Not sure why I did that, but it worked out well."
Angel made her way through the wreckage that was once her apartment. The porcelain bells that her mother had collec
