The warehouse loomed ahead, its corrugated metal walls streaked with rust and graffiti.
Half the windows were busted out, jagged glass clinging to the frames.
Inside, faint light spilled through the cracks, not steady like bulbs but flickering, fires, maybe lanterns.
Jace killed the car's lights and rolled it a safe distance away, Hannah's body slumped in the passenger seat, bound and lifeless but propped upright. From far enough, she'd pass for breathing.
He crouched low, moving across the gravel until he pressed his back against the wall. The night air smelled like damp concrete and oil.
[Take it slow,] Zin's voice whispered in his mind. [Don't rush in blind. Get eyes on them first.]
Jace crept along the side of the building. A broken panel gave him a view inside. He lowered himself, peering through the gap.
The interior was wide open, an old loading floor littered with crates and broken pallets. And in the middle of it, Eva.
