Carver spotted the parking structure first, calling it out over the group text before anyone else had a location worth checking. Marcus had mentioned it twice in passing sessions — a place he went when the equipment room felt too small, too watched, too much like every room he'd ever been told to sit quietly inside and wait for someone else to decide what he was. Hunter didn't wait for the others to confirm. He left his car running in the loading zone outside and took the stairwell two steps at a time, past the second level, the third, his lungs burning by the fifth flight, his phone buzzing uselessly in his pocket with texts he didn't have time to read.
He reached the top level and stopped in the doorway. Marcus was standing near the concrete railing at the far edge, alone, no headphones
