She was not alone in that frustration, that was for sure.

He bobbed his head. "Older houses tend to have compartments. In closet walls, under floors, under stairs and the like. My Aunt Helen's house had a compartment in the back closet - Arlo, my daddy, used to use it to store drugs he didn't want the law to find. I learned young to pay attention to structure." It wasn't just her that wouldn't think about it. Most of the lawmen he worked with wouldn't either. It was largely common in places where people had something to hide.

His flashlight turned onto the house she was pointed at and he nodded. "Might as well. Good as any, really. As 'clean' as this place is, I don't expect to find much but we won't know if we don't go bangin' around." He glanced over at her as they moved that way.

"You ever seen any shit like we're in before?"