Rett

Sitting straighter in the back seat, I realized where we were, not simply east of Baton Rouge but the exact location. Time had made its mark. Nothing was exactly the same as it had been, but that didn’t change the fact we were here. I was here again. “This isn’t the fucking warehouse,” I said as the lightening sky brought the buildings into view.

“Yes, it is,” Leon answered. “I told you, it don’t feel right.”

“I ...