The cold seemed to seep into my bones as I stood in the shadow of the massive training facility. The dim glow of security lights reflected off the frost-laden ground, and my breath clouded in front of me as I whispered to Lisa, “This feels so shady. Why can’t we just go through the main entrance?”
Lisa gave me an exasperated look. “Do you have a better plan? Maybe something brilliant to say to the security guards about why we’re here? ‘Hi, we’re here to confront Adrian Barfield about his child’ doesn’t exactly scream ‘let us in,’ Vanessa.”
I scowled but said nothing. I crossed my arms against the cold, the jacket iy had thrown on doing little to protect me. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the door creaked open, and a man in a janitor’s uniform stepped out. He looked to be in
