The vibration of the burner phone on the concrete resounded all over the almost empty warehouse.
Renn froze, his hand was hovering over the device, his eyes darting to Elias. The translucent shimmer around us was thinning, Elias’s face slick with a cold, grey sweat as he fought to keep the veil from shattering.
“Someone’s coming,” Elias wheezed, the sound barely audible.
Then the heavy door at the far end of the corridor groaned open, it wasn't the one we came in from. The rhythmic thud-thud of combat boots echoed against the corrugated metal walls. A man in a dark tactical vest walked into the center of the room, grumbling to himself. He looked annoyed, his eyes scanning the floor for the source of the ringing.
He walked right past us.
I held my breath, the scent of the man’s cheap
