Chapter 74 Battleground

• Abigail stepped onto the sandy floor, gripping the briefcase tightly as she was led down the staircase by one of the men she had encountered when she entered the warehouse.
• The location felt like a place where sawdust was stored, or perhaps cement. That would explain the excessive amount of sand, even on the staircase she was climbing.
• The pistol that Blake had given her was tucked behind her back. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong. Just because she was a fast learner at shooting a nonliving target didn't mean she had the balls to kill a person.