CHAPTER 35: THE WAREHOUSE BY THE RIVER
The rain followed them all the way to Brooklyn, turning the streets glossy beneath the headlights as Sebastian’s black car cut through the city in tense silence. Vivian sat in the passenger seat watching blurred neon lights reflect across the windshield while her thoughts spiraled faster than the storm outside. Every instinct she had screamed that tonight was a mistake. Anonymous calls. Empty warehouses. A missing executive suddenly reappearing on national television with accusations that sounded rehearsed. Nothing about this felt clean. Nothing about it felt safe. But beside her, Sebastian remained unnervingly calm, one hand steady on the wheel, his attention fixed ahead as though danger had already become familiar territory to him. Maybe it had. Th
