Chapter 16 The Meeting

• The warehouse district at the end of the day looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland, with vacant structures casting long shadows across broken pavement and broken windows reflecting the dying light like dead eyes. Grace sat in her car, three streets from the stated address, every instinct telling her to drive immediately and never turn back.
• Santos said, "Audio check," through her practically undetectable headset.
• "Clear," she whispered.