Chapter One Hundred and Forty- Nine
They left the car well before the road curved toward the property.
Ahmet killed the engine beneath a line of dying trees, the hood ticking softly as it cooled. Neither of them spoke as they stepped out, the night swallowing the sound of the doors. Markus adjusted the weight of his weapon against his shoulder and followed as Ahmet led them through the brush, moving with the quiet certainty of a man who had done this too many times to count.
The warehouse sat deeper in, its lights glowing faintly against the dark sky. From this distance, the fencing was only a suggestion. The place looked sealed, fortified as Markus mentioned, the kind of compound meant to keep secrets in and intruders out.
They hadn't gone twenty steps when they caught the smell.
Markus slowed, breath hitching despite himself.
