Lucas Walker was in no better condition, with an unidentifiable blood stain smeared across his white shirt, and his trousers were filthy.
The two of them took the elevator and headed toward the master bedroom.
Lucas Walker reached out to hold the doorknob, his fingers made contact with a moisture stain on it, and he immediately froze.
Gently holding Ivana Bennett's arm, he moved her behind him, his other hand reached into his trouser pocket and drew out a gun.
There shouldn't have been any water stains on his bedroom door.
Noticing his apprehensive expression, Ivana Bennett held her breath.
Lucas Walker gently twisted the knob, pushing the door open with one hand.
Inside.
Moonlight streamed in from the French windows only barely covered by the curtains, casting a silvery glow in the room.
Lucas Walker glanced around, not noticing anything unusual.
Ivana Bennett touched his palm, signed to split and investigate, put on a nonchalant look and said.