He really doesn't want Steve to answer that. Given the disrepair of his, you couldn't even call that a house.

Rat trap tenement meant for the seedy under belly of the world crawling types everywhere. It was a miracle if the man wasn't arresting people in his own complex every week. But given that, and what the whole interior looked like, still, six months later, that didn't give a rousing vote of confidence toward anything the man owned. Over the monkey suit he was wearing, that made him stick out like a sore thumb and begged for anyone in Hawaii to note he wasn't one of them.

Steve made a gesture with his hand for Danny to get on with it already, since the lot was there. "So, which one?"

Steve was looking at all of them for something in the middle, about as mediocre as everything else he had.