Nothing about the golem's routine had changed, nor was there anyone else on site at the warehouse. Where did they keep this thing when they had the parties? Did they stash him in a closet? Cram him in a wheel well?

I positioned myself inside the warehouse, my fingers closed around the red throwing star that I'd manifested, the sharp bite amping me into a high wire alertness.

When the golem entered, his roughly drawn eyes widened comically in recognition.

"Hey, big ...