I pulled the lock off and slipped it and the key back into my pocket. We’d need it to lock back up after us so everything would remain safe for when we figured out what the fuck to do with it. It might end up that Ariel didn’t find anything that she wanted so we left the place to rot just as we found it.
There was no telling what would happen when we walked inside.
I was starling to get nervous for her because I didn’t want her to walk into something that could potentially hurt her.
It made me feel like I was falling down on the job here and it wasn’t a good feeling at all. No one wanted to suck at the most important job they’d ever have in their whole life.
“Let’s do this,” Ariel said from directly behind me in a small voice that was so unlike the strong female I’d fallen head over soul in love with. “I’m ready to get it over with so I can permanently close this chapter in my life. It’s well past time.”
She was right, it absolutely was well past time but I was glad to hear her being strong about it. Even if I couldn’t actually hear it in her voice but only in her words.
I slid the door up and open and held my hand our for her. “Ladies first.”
9
Calling Card
Simon
“Is this a joke?” Ariel asked with a voice full of sarcasm.
I got her because I was right there with her. What in the actual fuck did we walk into here?
“There’s nothing,” I murmured.
“Not exactly,” Trenton replied.
I looked over the space again, this time with a critical eye. If my brother saw something that I didn’t then I needed to pay better attention.
The space wasn’t large but it was deep and slightly bigger than a one stall garage. There was nothing in here but a large area rug spread out in the center of the room on the floor. It wasn’t even a nice rug either. It was a light gray and covered in a whole lot of really disgusting looking stains.
I didn’t understand why anyone would hold onto it when they could just chuck that sucker right in the trash where it belonged.
I didn’t see anything on my second look around the room besides the dirty rug. There wasn’t even an empty box shoved in a corner somewhere. Not even a pile of trash laying around.
I didn’t understand why someone would waste the time or the space for some dirty ass rug even a homeless person would leave in the trash where he found it.
Trenton walked over to the rug and crouched down. He grabbed the edge of it and began rolling it up.
“This place is starting to give me a really bad vibe,” Ariel whispered to me.
Fuck.
That was the worst thing she could have said.
I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her further into the unit and out of the open doorway where her back was vulnerable. And it far from sucked to have her closer to my brother.
I moved back closer to the door so I could see out into the parking lot. I scanned the area and thankfully found nothing out of the ordinary.
Just because I didn’t see anything didn't mean there wasn’t anything there. If Ariel had a bad feeling then I was going to take that shit very seriously. She’d never been wrong before.
“Oh no, is that what I think it is?” Ariel’s words came out in whispered horror and had me whipping around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash.
“Fuck,” I breathed out in my own version of a horrified whisper.
The removal of the rug had revealed a pentagram on the cement floor.
This shit was never good and when it was hidden away in random places like this instead of someone’s sacred place it usually spelled trouble ahead. People only had these things outside of their personal space when they were used for bad, bad things no one should ever be dabbling in.
