CALHOUN'S POV
I stepped out of my car and shut the door behind me.
The cold night air hit my face immediately.
My hands slid into my pockets as I walked toward the entrance of the warehouse.
Jeremy had picked the location.
Which meant one thing.
He thought he had leverage.
That alone was enough to annoy me.
The rusty metal door creaked as I pushed it open.
My footsteps echoed through the empty building. The inside was scanty.
A few seconds later, I spotted him.
Jeremy.
Standing near a stack of wooden crates.
Waiting.
The moment he saw me, his shoulders relaxed slightly.
Like he had been worried I wouldn't show up.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
I stopped a few feet away.
My expression remained blank.
Straight to business.
"Cut to the chase."
His face tightened.
No gre
