Chapter 152 R2

• They passed the last gas station and continued until the road narrowed and the pavement grew rough. On either side, chain-link fences enclosed silent warehouses and lots choked with weeds. This was where the town stored its broken things.
• Cole turned onto a gravel service road, the tyres crunching loudly in the stillness. He drove another half-mile until the headlights washed over a derelict cinder block building. It was a former machine shop. He parked behind it, killing the engine and the lights.
• Absolute darkness swallowed them.