Since finding out that Cathy had been taken, Clary injured, and the Welcome Center trashed the day before, Lindsey had tried his best to keep a lid on the seething anger he felt towards Wolfram and Hart. Taking it out on them wouldn't help get his wife back now, but there was nothing that said he couldn't let loose when it came to the mystic they were tracking down. He sure as hell wasn't going to bribe him for the information.
The more he suffered, the better.
With Clary along for assistance, finding the place wasn't too hard. He stared at the house, waiting for some sign of movement or proof that someone was inside. It was possible that he had seen them coming and the last thing he wanted right now was to lead the young woman into a trap, or get his own ass trapped. That would've been entirely unhelpful.
"Go in quietly," he replied after a moment of giving the subject consideration. "As much as I'd like to kick his door in, no sense in giving him a head start." He glanced back at her. "Stay close, all right?" He looked down the street both ways before jogging off towards the house.