Fabian paced nervously outside the old warehouse, his mind racing with possibilities. Crystal was late too late. His gut had been screaming at him for days, warning him that something was wrong. He had tried to push the feeling aside, hoping his instincts were just playing tricks on him, but the deeper they got into their plan, the more uneasy he felt.
A crunch of gravel underfoot alerted him. He turned to see Crystal approaching, her movements slow and deliberate. She was smirking an expression that immediately put him on edge. Fabian felt a cold chill wash over him.
“What took you so long?” Fabian asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Crystal tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening. “Traffic,” she said lightly, but there was something chilling in her tone.
Before Fabian could
