The hours following our departure from Sacramento to Seattle were hectic on my nerves, though every step was very well-timed and organized. Every second brought me closer and closer to the t*****e chamber that had been haunting me for over a decade. It was like a dream I knew I wouldn"t be waking up from anytime soon.
The sureness and confidence of both Rafael and Logan should have eased the anxiety residing in my chest. Should have, but didn"t. Their equipment served to emphasize this was not an amateur operation, but something closer to a routine.
It turned out that Douglas, the owner of the basement apartment, had flown to Seattle ahead of us to do some recon and organize whatever we would be needing—pre-raid, raid, and afterwards—but who wouldn"t be accompanying us. Logan informed me
