*Tallon*

The text from Vinny directing me to a warehouse that we rarely used didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t like him to be so vague, or to disclose potentially compromising information in writing. Maybe it was because I was exhausted, but I made the choice to go to the address he sent me.

I had a bad feeling about it, but I couldn’t ignore it.

I had told Vinny to let me know the moment there was more information about this whole ...