Rock squinted at the direction voice came in distrust. Something was up, he could feel it in his guts. Nevertheless, he had no right to be here of the mansion had an owner. He would need a warrant to be allowed to search the mansion, and though the boss was very grateful of his skills and such, laws were laws. No warrants unless proof of anything. And Rock had none. "<strong>Have a good night, madame.</strong>" He said as he turned around and left through the door he just came in from. He then looked around. "<strong>Great, where's my car now?</strong>" He just remembered that he had followed tracks, but now, he'd have to find the tracks that led him where he came from and that was no easy feat. Especially since there were tracks everywhere.<br/><br/>"<strong>My tracks could help... But I want to check one last thing first...</strong>" He mumbled to himself and tried to locate the door number. With an address, he would be able to find any clues he might need. But to get an address, he needed a street name. Out here, street name signs aren't exactly common. He was ready to bet that the street wouldn't be on google maps. However, he was pretty sure that it would be in the city's archives. Who had it last, the story behind this place and such. He could see if the kidnappings here were common or not.