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John looks around, he thought he lived in a dump. The flats in this place were held together by the cockroaches and dirt. The places he got to go in his line of work never ceased to amaze him just how disgusting the universe was.

He'd traced the magic that had been done in Arkham down several blind alleys before settling on a small rat trap in Los Angeles. If he was dependant on actually paying for transportation he'd be penniless all the time. He wondered why all the bloody wankers had to live so far apart.

This had better be worth his time.

raps on the door humming a tune under his breath with a lit cigarette in one hand