Chapter SixThe radio fell silent. Dominic stared at the device. Clare was ill-prepared for any real confrontation, and she edged closer to her guide. Shadows stretched where once they had been unimposing. Every pathway through this maze of detritus was now fraught with danger. Sound magnified in Clare's ears, the settling of plastic sheeting, the creak of ancient shelving. And no backup.
For his part, Dominic did not appear fazed, though he now spoke quietly into the radio. “Phillipa, do you have a location for Clare's father's belongings?”
“Sure. There should be location labels on the end of each set of shelving. You want fourteen-s.”
“Thanks. Call security over here. This place is a private facility and should be on lockdown.”
Clare rubbed the grime from a plastic label attached to t
