It turns out the "somewhere else" Logan ends up bringing me to is…
Well.
It's… something?
Pretty sure more than one murder's occurred here, among other unsavory things.
After a shopping spree at the local thrift store and dropping Princess Paws off at Marcus's (who wasn't home and, I'm pretty sure, didn't know she was coming), I'm unusually concerned about his bank account, but decide not to say anything. If the man's gone poor, he might not want to talk about it—
"I'm not broke."
My eyebrows fly up. "I didn't say anything."
"I could see it on your face." He opens the apartment door with a faint smile. "It might seem unsavory, but I promise it's clean."
I step into the apartment warily, half-expecting to find blood stains or a collection of creepy dolls based on the sketchy hallway. Instead, I'm hit with the scent of fresh paint and—is that new carpet? The place is immaculate. Like, staged-home-listing immaculate.
