The chain-link gate groaned when Noah pushed it open. The sound was too loud, ricocheting against the brick walls of the deserted warehouse district like a warning shot. I froze, my breath puffing white in the cold night air. “Someone will hear us.”
He shook his head, eyes scanning the empty street. “No one’s here.”
That was exactly what scared me.
We crossed the cracked asphalt together, boots crunching on loose gravel. Every step seemed amplified, my pulse thudding in my ears. The warehouse loomed above us, its broken windows gaping like blind eyes. A single security light flickered over the loading dock, buzzing faintly, threatening to die at any second.
Noah reached for the heavy metal door, the one marked with the same address that had been circled on the map. He hesitated, glanci
