Four men entered the old creepy warehouse. The pathetic yellow glow from the bulb at the center of the building, just three feet away from where Enock and Christopher stood, did not hide the heartless look in the men’s eyes or the bulge of the guns under their shirts.
It was not like watching mafia-kind of criminals walk toward them. At least, not the ones portrayed in movies on TV. There was no sophistication in the way they carried themselves. These were just thugs hardened by a life of crime. Christopher’s hand tightened around his phone with apprehension.
When they finally got close enough, it was almost comical when the new arrivals finally got a good look at Christopher and Enock standing side by side. Shock registered on all their faces.
“s**t!” one of the men exclaimed. The sou
