Lindsey crouched down beside her, glancing over his shoulder towards the street and the surrounding neighborhood. His attention drifted back to what Clary was doing, slightly intrigued despite his anxiousness to get inside and find some answers. The magic she was working with was nothing like he'd seen before, and effective, if the door opening was any indication.
"Take all the shots you need. Something has to work," he murmured as he rose to his feet, pushing the door open to reveal the dim interior. He headed inside, alert for anything that might indicate there was someone inside. The house was just as silent as the outside had been, but tha didn't mean much.
The path he took went through the living room, into the kitchen, and then into the dining room to come back around in front of the staircase. Nothing, except the broom he'd picked up to use as a staff in case. "I don't think he's here," he told Clary as he started to climb the stairs, frustrated. This wasn't the end of the line but that meant more time would pass before they located Cathy. He swore softly under his breath. "He couldn't have gotten too far."