The warehouse district at the end of the day looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland, with vacant structures casting long shadows across broken pavement and broken windows reflecting the dying light like dead eyes. Grace sat in her car, three streets from the stated address, every instinct telling her to drive immediately and never turn back.
Santos said, "Audio check," through her practically undetectable headset.
"Clear," she whispered.
"Visualize your place." We have teams stationed at each exit route.
"That's comforting."
"Grace, you don't need to do this". We can………." He specifically advised us to go alone or not at all." "If Derek encounters law enforcement, the entire thing falls."
She didn't mention that collapse could be better than whatever Derek had planned. The address h
