WAREHOUSE

POV DESMOND

I drove straight to the warehouse. I wanted to get this over with and go back home. I parked my car out front and banged on the front door. The usual woman answered the door and let me in. She took my coat and left without telling me where to go.

I looked around but the warehouse was unusually empty tonight.

"Hamond?" I called.

"Up here," I heard and looked up to see him standing on the second-floor landing. I turned and started walking up ...