Derevko pulled the car up outside Hertz's house and ran his fingers through his messy hair. This wasn't getting any fucking easier, and he was just running into wall after wall. He wasn't sure where the investigation was supposed to lead after here, either.
He wasn't giving up. Fuck, no. Derevko was like a dog on the scent when he needed to be, but still. This was... this was infuriating.
"So. We're here. Fuck yes. Let's get going."
The scarred agent walked towards the house, checking for the Crime Scene tape. And the biohazard tape. That hadn't been a fun morning.