In the beginning, everything was fairly smooth. Arson drove to the city's southeast side, but it was not to the restaurant that Sewlynn expected.
Seeing the view becoming increasingly remote, Selwynn slowly narrowed his eyes.
Half an hour later, they pulled to a stop.
At this point, they stood a distance away from what seemed to be an abandoned factory building turned into a trap house, with trash, empty beer bottles, smashed glass all over the lawn, and graffiti painted on the walls and fences.
The overwhelming smell of piss, sweat, and cheap rum hit him when he exited the car.
Selwynn glanced over lightly, then stared at Anson without speaking, but his eyes revealed shocking murderous intent. Anson knew that this time, he had really pissed him off. "Let me explain."
