The police vans screeched to a halt outside the crumbling warehouse. Red and blue lights slashed across the rusted green gate and broken brick walls. Sirens cut off mid-wail. Boots hit gravel hard. Radios crackled. Pistols positioned in place.
Din jumped out of his SUV parked outside the compound. His shoes skidded on loose stones. Breath came fast and ragged. Eyes wild as he scurried. Shirt untucked.
The police officer rushed, stopping him in his tracks, their usual way of acting like they had it all covered. He ran a hand through his messy hair. The officer now leaning by the entrance door, gun pointing up, eyes darting from one end of the building to the door.
Claret stepped out next. Face pale. Feeble hands flung her Goyard bag over her shoulder. She looked older than she had that
