"Didn't you have a city council meeting today?"
"I canceled it," Selena said, stepping closer, her shoes clicking rhythmically on the concrete floor of the warehouse. "I wanted to see for myself what makes a man who turned down millions of dollars willing to get covered in dust in an old warehouse like this."
"And what did you see?"
Selena stopped right in front of me. She looked at the piles of archives surrounding us, then back at me. "I see a man who isn't after ordinary money or power. You're chasing ghosts, Henry. And those ghosts seem very dangerous."
"They are dangerous. But I'm the only one who knows how to get rid of them," I said.
Selena went silent for a moment. A cold wind blew through the cracks of the warehouse door, bringing the scent of approaching rain. The atmosphere
