Chapter 89: Thiefs, friends, and mysteries (2)

"Head to the bathroom and search there," Zachary said. "I'll tackle the kitchen."

"Search? In this dump?" Greg was having a mental meltdown. "You can barely fit in that bathroom, let alone find anything!"

"Just get on with it, Greg!"

Greg stepped into Erik's cramped bathroom. The room, barely two meters in size, contained only a toilet and a minuscule sink, above which hung a small mirror. A shower head dangled from the wall above a drain, its presence making it impossible to use the space without drenching everything.

Greg couldn't help but feel sympathy for the boy. Even as a street thug, he lived in better conditions.

Resigned, he began his thorough search of the bathroom. He knew Erik had to be hiding something valuable.

The lack of furniture meant it had to be concealed somewhere else, perhaps behind a loose tile.