Chapter 124

Nora POV

The warehouse smells exactly the way I remember abandoned places smelling like: rust, salt, old motor oil, and the faint metallic bite of river water creeping through cracked concrete. My boots echo too loudly on the pitted floor even though I’m trying to step lightly. Overhead, a single sodium lamp buzzes and flickers, throwing long shadows across rusted shipping containers and forgotten pallets.

I stop in the centre of the open space, my hands loose at my sides, gun tucked into the small of my back under the leather jacket. No point pretending I’m unarmed. Vincent knows better.

He steps out from behind a stack of crates thirty feet away, wearing the same dark coat from the garage footage the police showed.

“You look good as always, Nora.”

“Don’t.” I hold up a hand. “I didn