The slow applause echoed through the abandoned warehouse.
Samuel Black stood beneath a giant, dust-covered Christmas wreath hanging from the ceiling.
He looked relaxed.
Almost amused.
Around him were stacks of old toy boxes, artificial trees, and faded holiday decorations.
No sign of Lucas.
No visible guards.
Marcus immediately knew something was wrong.
“Where is he?”
Samuel smiled.
“You walked into my house.”
“I’ll ask the questions.”
Emily stepped forward, holding the leather journal.
“You wanted this.”
Samuel’s eyes locked onto it.
For the first time…
His confidence wavered.
“So Michael really trusted you with it.”
Emily didn’t answer.
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The Empty Warehouse
Ryan quietly signaled two officers.
They spread out, searching the aisles.
“Clear.”
“North side clear.”
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