The warehouse sat in the industrial district, surrounded by abandoned factories and empty lots where nothing grew except weeds and rust. It was the kind of place people avoided after dark—the kind of place where screams went unheard and questions went unasked.
Malachi's car pulled up to the loading dock.
Darius was waiting outside, leaning against the metal door with his arms crossed. He straightened when he saw Malachi approach.
"He's in Room 3," Darius said. "Vance brought him in twenty minutes ago. He's... cooperative."
"Cooperative or terrified?"
"Both." Darius's mouth twitched. "Mostly terrified."
"Good." Malachi moved past him toward the door. "Anyone else inside?"
"Just Vance. He's keeping watch."
Malachi nodded and stepped into the warehouse.
The interior was exactly what
