"Might be worth more if I just razed the place to the ground. I'm not down here long enough to do that kinda thing, and you already see the state of our windows. Small town assholes with shit else to do but break into an old house and tear the copper out of my walls. Almost got that one fixed," he replied as he pulled the screen door open and unlocked the door, flipping on the porch light and the inner lights as he glanced around.

"Yeah, I do. Truth is, I never much liked this place. Arlo didn't make me love it either. Make yourself comfortable."

Moving right, through the sitting room, one might call it - a couple of couches and a coffee table that had seen better years, and into the open kitchen. Malcolm was right - the house was fairly grand. For all the dirt and age on the outside, the inside was open and cozy. Not poorly decorated, though the touches were scant in some places, and definitely decorated by someone other than Arlo or Raylan.