Chapter 159

I cocked an eyebrow but let the reply slide. Beside me, Raziel had a backpack slung around his shoulders. I watched him from the corner of my eye, and it only took me a few seconds to determine that the backpack was the source of the smell. I felt a wave of queasiness and I looked away. If I was right about the backpack's contents, this was a more dangerous trip than I'd anticipated. After a few more turns down increasingly narrow alleys, we came to a small shack, for lack of better word. It could've been a home or small business once, I wasn't sure, because it was so run-down. Boards covered the windows and there was a massive pile of rubbish nearby. The whole thing stank of decay and I wrinkled my nose. For some reason, the fence around the property was completely intact, and there was a padlocked gate. The front door of the property was adorned with a lock as well. I wondered if they were keeping people out or locking someone in. The thought sent a chill up