WAREHOUSE

POV DESMOND

Pulling up to the warehouse, I rehearsed again what I would say to Thomas. I had practiced it the evening before with Nathaniel. We went through every possibility of what Thomas could respond to, good and bad. I stepped out of my car and walked to the front door.

Dedra opened the door after my second knock and looked me up and down.

"Came crawling back did ya," he said in a snarky voice. I was almost taken aback by his tone but remembered that he ...