RISE OF THE DISCARDED SON-IN-LAW

BRINGING HER BACK HOME

Alarick’s car pulled up to the location that was on the phone that Grace had handed over to him. It was an old decrepit building and by the looks of it no one could tell what it actually was unless they had been in it. Alarick got down from his car and eyed the building. It looked like there had been some homeless people living there at some time due to the sheer number of abandoned tents and mattresses that he saw laying outside on the asphalt.

Alarick paid no mind to the rubbish that laid on the ground. He went in through the front door and instantly the musty smell of the room hit him. He wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth.

“Ugh. What is that?”

Alarick glanced over to the side of the door and saw several dead rats around what he could only assume to be food laced with rat poison. He gagged and turned away from it. With the amount of machinery that littered the room, Alarick could tell that the building was probably a warehouse for large construction machinery of some sort.