AS WE PULLED UP TO THE WAREHOUSE with the headlights off, it was eerily quiet. It struck me right then and right there that this quiet was what people often described in television and books as "too quiet." There was not even a hint to suggest that Sinclair and the others had been here earlier even though Sonny had said they were supposed to be here for sure.
As Sonny took in the scene—the abandoned looking warehouse, the "too quiet to be safe" dark night enveloping us, and the fact that there was no evidence of his bosses or his friends—his eyes narrowed and he began to exit the vehicle slowly. Following Sonny's movements, the rest of us began to get out as well. Something in the air around us was dangerous, charged, it made my heart pound and made sweat dew on my forehead despite the fa
