Chapter 27
The tracker in Wyatt’s phone led Merrick to the shipyard. Five warehouses sat empty and neglected, but Merrick guessed he needed the one with the closed doors. He parked the truck inside the first warehouse, took a clip from the glove box, and then tucked it into the back of his jeans. With his gun clutched tight in his hand, he went to the waterfront side of the warehouse, then headed to the center one.
He opened the metal door, his gun aimed ahead as he slowed his movements. Inside, wooden crates on pallets were stacked two levels high, four feet apart. In front of them was a second row, then open floor beyond. Merrick stayed in the back, moving past three rows of pallets before he had a good view of the center of the warehouse.
Grant and Wyatt stood with their back to him.
