Jack approached the warehouse, its structure looming over the deserted street. He spotted the gleaming motorcycle parked out front and took a note of its license-plate number. As the detective made his way down the alley on the right side of the building, he heard the sound of breaking glass. He quickened his pace, his hand instinctively moving towards the g*n holstered at his waist.
As he walked down the alley, Jack noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun around to see a man in black, face hidden by a balaclava, climbing over a pile of wooden boxes and breaking one of the windows. The detective’s instincts kicked into high gear as he realized the person’s intentions.
Instinctively, Jack yelled out, “Stay still! Don’t move!” as he reached for his g*n.
But the intruder was
