Becky’s POV
As we turned the bend, the early morning sun created long shadows on the pavement. Nerves frazzled from hours of anxious waiting and unsure plans, my heart hammered. I experienced a weird mix of optimism and fear as we moved slowly, attempting to keep out of sight. The Broker was close, and each action we took might lead to either a significant breakthrough or our demise.
Marcus and I trailed closely behind; Leo and Paul were ahead, observing. Though its ghosts stayed in our brains, the old warehouse we had just left seemed like a far-off dream. Marcus had brought us to a run-down storage facility on the outskirts of the city—a makeshift haven until we could gather once again.
I observed something strange when we got to the meeting spot Marcus had promised—a run-down parking
