The warehouse complex loomed against the predawn sky like a collection of broken teeth—five massive structures arranged in a semicircle around a central courtyard that had gone to seed years ago. Weeds pushed through cracked concrete. Rusted chain-link fencing sagged between posts that leaned at drunken angles.
It looked abandoned.
It felt anything but.
Samantha crouched behind Raina's truck, watching the buildings with every hybrid sense stretched to its limit. The scent trail Raina had been following ended here—specifically at the largest building on the far left. But there was something else. Something wrong.
"It's too quiet," Samantha whispered.
Raina nodded, her bloodhound senses working overtime. "No guards. No cameras that I can see. No movement at all." She pulled out a pair of binoculars, scanning the building's exterior. "But the scent is strong. Fresh. They're in there."
"Or someone wants us to think they are," Samantha said.
"Trap?"
