The warehouse address on my phone showed a pin dropped squarely in the middle of what appeared to be an empty loading stretch behind a row of industrial units.
I stopped on the pavement and looked between the map and the street and back at the map.
The street was quiet in the way industrial areas are quiet mid-morning. I walked further along the row, checking numbers on the buildings, and found the warehouse at the end behind an unmarked door. I pushed it open.
And stopped.
Alexander was standing in the middle of the warehouse floor.
Not doing anything. Just standing there, looking at me, like he had been waiting.
I took a step back and my heel caught on the door frame and I grabbed the frame to steady myself and said nothing because there was nothing in my chest that had organized i
