The directions stated to arrive at the deserted warehouse at 8:30, and I made sure to get there early so I wouldn’t be late. The warehouse one of a long row of vacant, or nearly vacant, buildings located near the waterfront.
Parking my car next to two others in front of the building, I wait inside it until the allotted time. In that interval, several cars slowly panused by with the occupants looking my way before continuing on. At 8:25, I locked my car and went inside; the front door open and creaking loudly as I pushed it open enough to enter. Going up the stairs to the third floor, I find the note you left for me. I may be late but I’ve arranged some company for you to entertain. Don’t disappoint me. A dim light from the end of the hall beckons and I walk towards it. My steps the only
