Outside the warehouse, McCauley and Bradford stood across the street from the China Express Shipping offices. On their way out, Earl found the door unlocked. He was sure he"d locked it when they"d entered to practice with the Mountain Gun.
“You and Bradford stay behind and see if anyone comes out.”
McCauley, wet and chilled, was about to give it up to Earl forgetting to lock the damned door when it opened. A Chinese woman stepped out, turned, and locked the door. There was something familiar about her, but it was dark and hard to see in the heavy rain. Standing under the eaves, she pulled a reed-hat from her back and placed it on her head. Stepping into the rain, she hurried along the deserted street. Bradford started to follow, but McCauley put a hand on his arm.
“She"ll see us. I thin
