Seventy One

Damien stared at the rundown house in front of him through the tinted windows of his car.

It was the worst neighborhood he had ever been in, and instantly his mind went back to the place Madison had been staying in.

He had thought it was terrible, but this… he had no words for it. Dirt and refuse was littered in every corner, and all the flats in the neighborhood looked the exact same way, old and dilapidated.

Damien marveled at the difference between their old mansion, and this current residence. He still couldn't believe it, as it was even more terrible than he had expected.

As he continued to stare at the dump in front of him, he couldn't help but see the image of their old mansion in his head, and it was so much different from this.

Damien shook his head.

What if they had made a mistake? What if the description his investigator had given was wrong?

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't picture the mighty and proud Mr Connor living in this environment, as the version of th