The car drove into the old part of the city and stopped in front of the Jenkins’ house.
Wade, who had been resting in the back seat, opened his eyes and glanced out the window. He asked, “Are we here?”
He rubbed his tired eyes, worn out from a couple of days on the road.
“Yes, Mr. Sullivan,” his assistant replied, quickly getting out to open the car door.
As soon as he heard they had arrived, Wade’s energy returned. He stepped out of the car and looked at the old, shabby courtyard in front of him. He glanced around at the neighboring houses, all in much better condition than this one.
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