Chapter 219 Blue Birds

• Damien Shaw
• I pull up in front of the unfinished building and slam the brakes. The place is an eyesore with crumbling concrete and, rusted steel beams. The air smells like damp wood and decay, mixed with blood, maybe. Someone’s been bleeding in there.
• I kill the engine and step out. My jaw is tight. I stride toward the entrance, my men flanking me. I can already hear the low and guttural groans echoing through the empty corridors. Gerald. I recognize the sound of pain, and his is unmistakable.