"Welcome home!" James yelled, pushing Jack forwards into the damp living room.
It was just as Jack remembered it.
Dingy, smelly, stained.
Abandoned.
The only things taking up space in the single room apartment was a couch, a small t.v sitting on the floor, and a fridge.
Jack didn't need to look inside to know the only thing filling that fridge was beer.
"Mi casa es su casa and all that shit" James spoke, closing and locking the door.
Jack watched from the corner of his eye as James put three keys into his front pocket.
"Now" James started, clapping his hands in front of him, "I'm sure you know the rules. No doubt you've forgotten them." James smiled,
"Or do I need to remind you" James stepped forward like a predator stalking it's prey.
"I remember" Jack replied, staring daggers into James's eyes.
"Good" James nodded, "Don't step outta line" James threatened.
Jack said nothing as he watched James grab a beer from the mini fridge and head to another room down a narrow hallway.
A bedroom no doubt.
Jack waited until he heard the door close and then waited another minute before moving.
There was a window west of the t.v on the floor, but Jack was sure it would also be locked.
He'd need to recall on memories from the past.
The vents weren't locked, but they were screwed down.
Jack looked up to see a small clock hanging on the peeling wall.
8:06
Jack squinted.
That clock was always 3 hours and 47 minutes late.
Doing the mental math, Jack concluded that it was 11:53
Looking back at the closed bedroom door, Jack quietly opened his jacket and pulled his deck of cards out.
He walked towards the front door and examined it.
He smiled softly as he looked to see the hinges were still in place.
This would be easier than he thought.
Dylan had taken the phone to dust for fingerprints, but the entire process would take a while.
This did not set well with any of the Horsemen.
"We can't just sit here and do nothing" Henley argued.
"There's nothing else for you to do. My men are working as fast as they can, but running fingerprints takes time." Dylan spoke.
"There's gotta be something we can do to help speed up the process" Merritt offered.
"Nothing comes to mind." Dylan shrugged, "For now, just get some rest. You all look like you need it" Dylan gave a sad smile as he walked off.
