Mina thought of the fire that had killed her aunt and scarred her mother, and began to tremble. If Isabella was in there, she had to get her out. As she began to move, she heard footfalls approaching at speed. Mina pushed her body back against the wooden door. Whoever it was, there was nothing furtive about their approach. Aiming for invisibility, Mina shifted her head forward the smallest amount to see the street, but kept her body in the shadows.
A man walked toward the dead end with confident strides, but his face was a dark blur until he reached the brazier. He was familiar, but it took Mina a moment to pin down the memory. He was one of the men from the incident in the square, the one named Carlo. Without hesitation he strode right up to the doors of the warehouse and pounded on them
