How is it that any of this is even happening? “I mean, Zeath wasn’t even shot OUTSIDE the warehouse. Everything happened INSIDE it,” I argue with a huff. “And, yes, the place is filled with boxes but I’m sure as hell that there’s no gold inside.”

“There is, actually. If you were opportune to continue with your intention you would have known.”

I take my prized gaze back to the man. Maybe it’s to check the sincerity in his expression or to examine his foolishness through his ...