Willow stopped on the boardwalk and wondered what the high h*ll she was doing. The letter had mentioned a warehouse, and she had stopped a nearby dockworker for directions. Sure enough, she was pointed the way, but just as she was about to leave, the man stopped her.

“Are you really sure you want to go there, miss?” he asked. “That place has been abandoned for years.”

Willow looked at the warehouse and then back at the dockworker. “Why?”

A shrug ...