Page 12 of The Job

“Right, I’m going to go and check around the back and see if he’s around there. He was last time, and I know that he likes watching the lake.” Jensen says, effectively stopping the conversation before the guys not only freak Luc out but also freak themselves out.

It’s happened before and is one of the reasons we no longer watch horror movies. Admittedly it's hilarious watching everyone freak the fuck out.

We all follow Jensen around the side of the house. I have only been to a couple of Knox’s parties, and of course, they always happen in the dark or low light in the summer, so I haven’t really gotten a good look at the place in the daylight apart from when we brought Jensen up before and even then, we only saw one side. As soon as I round the corner and get a view of the lake, I realize that I have been missing out, and this place is fucking stunning.

I know why Knox threw parties here, but if I were him, I don’t know whether I would be willing to risk it. Not just because of the risk of kids damaging the place especially when they’re drunk, but also because I would be protective of this view. I’d want to keep it protected and unspoiled.

“Wow,” Rafe signs, his eyes on the view.

“I can’t believe that I’ve come here as often as I have and never realized that this was sitting behind the house,” Riot says, awe in his voice.

“I know,” Jensen replies, “I feel like we should have noticed it.”

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t notice shit when I’m drunk,” I point out.

“Yeah, okay, you have a point. That’s probably why I have never noticed.” Jensen replies.

“You’ve never noticed because you are somehow even more clumsy when you’re drunk, and you often end up on the floor and then just stay there because you figure it’s safer,” Cash grins.

“Alright, feeling a bit attacked,” Jensen chuckles. He moves closer to the house and looks through the window, “I don’t think Knox is here anymore.”

“He’s dead!” Luc exclaims.

Once again, we all just turn to look at him, and Riot says, “Seriously dude stop watching true crime shows. He’s not dead,” he pauses and looks at Jensen, “he’s not, right?”

“No, you dramatic fucks.” Jensen replies, sounding both amused and frustrated.

“What do you mean then?” Luc asks, clearing his throat and pretending he wasn’t ready to run back to the car a second ago.

“I mean, that all of his furniture is covered with sheets, like he’s gone away for a long time,” Jensen replies.

“This might explain things better,” Cash says from further down the porch as he picks up a letter from the table that is placed between two chairs.

“Where did that come from?” Jensen frowns, “I swear that wasn’t there a minute ago.”

Cash snorts, “Dude you are notoriously bad at noticing stuff, it took you three months to realise that your dad had painted the front room, and then you had a new kitchen fitted.”

Jensen shrugs and smirks, “You may or may not have a point, and I refuse to either confirm or deny it.”

I shake my head, “Everyone knows that whatever you’ve been accused of is true when you start talking like that.”

“You don’t know me!” Jensen exclaims indignantly and then bursts out laughing with the rest of us.

“Do you want to read this or not?” Cash asks as he holds out the envelope to Jensen.

“Me?” Jensen asks, his expression dipping down into a confused frown.

Cash smirks, “It’s addressed to you.”

Jensen walks over to where Cash is and takes it off him, looking down at the envelope that definitely has his name on it.

“How did he know you would come up here?” Rafe signs, looking confused.

Jensen shrugs, “I have no fucking idea.”

“It was taped down so it didn’t blow away, and it’s pretty sheltered here, so maybe he was just hoping that you would show up. I mean, it doesn’t really affect anything if it’s just left here and no one finds it, does it?” Cash replies logically.

“He’s got your number, hasn’t he?” Riot questions.

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