He took me to a building that did not look like much from the outside.
A converted warehouse on a street called Pell Lane that had the particular quiet of a place that did not want to be noticed. The kind of street where the buildings kept their faces blank and their windows high and their doors heavy and unmarked. There was a mechanic on one side that looked closed even though a light was on inside. A storage company on the other side with a shutter pulled down and no signage visible. And in between them, a grey building with a metal door and no number that I could see.
Cade pulled the motorcycle around to a side entrance I would not have found on my own. He cut the engine and swung off and I followed and he unlocked the side door with a key that looked ordinary enough but that he handl
