CHAPTER 62
A DANGEROUS TURN
Liz took a breath as she stepped out of the car, chills spreading down her shoulders and into her lower back. The building was a murky grey with several smashed windows on the second floor. It seemed to stretch for miles alongside a river. The red-brown roller doors and timber doors aligned beneath the windows had graffiti etched into them. The mystery caller mentioned an entrance at the first door, and that she had to knock once she arrived. Scurrying on uneven ground almost made her trip. Chills continued to run up and down her spine, and she struggled to block out images of Domenic’s fist in her gut and face.
Liz knocked hard on one of the locked doors. She waited. She recalled one time how Domenic had pushed her out of his warm car in the stormy rain pure
