Conda was mesmerized by her body. He had only seen glimpses before but this was a full on show. His entire focus was on how nice she felt pressed against him. The damn bitch had caught him off guard entirely. His one foot had been on the first step in anticipation of going up to check on her so when she pulled the sheet over his face and shoved, he lost his balance and hit the floor. The blow only stunned him but it took about ten minutes before he could walk straight. While he was on the floor, he heard the front door slam open. He struggled up and made his way to the front door. One hand held the back of his head while he cursed profusely at his own stupidity for falling for her tricks.<br/><br/>Goose had picked the house well. The gang members had sent him pictures and descriptions for a solid month of several different houses that were for sale while he had still been in juvie. This had been the one he said to start buying. Doing things legally had throw a couple of the members for a loop but they shrugged and pressed forward. If things went bad, it would fall on Goose, not the gang. This house had just under a quarter acre of land, very rare for the city. An eight foot wooden privacy fence surrounded the entire thing with the house smack dab in the middle of the yard. The mailbox was in the fence and had a door on both sides. Apparently, the previous owner was very paranoid and demanded his privacy. One more shake of his head cleared it so Conda could focus once more. He groaned and started jogging for the open gate that led to the streat. He looked up and down the street but didn't see anyone. Pulling out his phone, he considered calling Goose but thought better of it. Conda was already in enough trouble. Why add to it? He'll find that silly girl and drag her back here. His job was to make sure she was safe and here for Goose. If Goose wanted her then he should have taken her with him.<br/><br/>Conda spent an hour looking for Anna. He didn't get very far because he only went to the corner of the block before coming back to the house to check on the man downstairs, latching the gate closed each time he went through it. After checking the fourth corner, he noticed something between the slats of the fence as he was walking back. He walked around the side of the building this time instead of just going straight in. Broken glass had been flashing light through the fence and that had caught his eye. There were a number of pieces strewn on the grass and it looked like they had fallen from a drawer. That hadn't been here this morning. Had the girl stayed in the yard? He began searching the inside of the yard.<br/><br/>(OOC I estimate that it is now 2 1/2 hours since goose left. That means there is an 1 1/2 hour left before he returns.)