Page 82 of Chain Reaction
However, it was so dark inside that she wondered how she’d find him.
From what she’d seen when the door had been open, most of this place was one, big open room. Various tables with sinks and buckets had been set up in rows. Hooks hung from the ceiling. Small windows covered with corrugated, teal-colored plastic bathed the space with an otherworldly glow.
In the back, there appeared to be offices and maybe some kind of storage area.
The whole building creaked, metal rubbing eerily on metal as the breeze blew against it. Each sound made her muscles tighten until they felt as if they might snap.
Raven didn’t see Jake in the main warehouse. He must be in the back offices.
She drew in a hesitant breath before nodding with decision.
Then she started that way.
She had to warn him that he might be in danger.
As her steps quickened, she prayed she was doing the right thing.
Jake stepped into the back, gripping his gun.
What had that man been up to?
He’d searched the other part of the building but hadn’t seen anything.
And where was Cassidy? He couldn’t believe she wasn’t here yet. Something must have held her up.
He continued searching, desperate to find any clues.
As he shone his light on the floor, he squinted.
It appeared something had been dragged on the floor back this way.
A body?
Jake didn’t like the thought of it. But given everything that had happened, it was a possibility.
He stepped more deeply into the darkness, back toward the offices.
He continued following the drag marks until he stopped in front of another door.
He stared at it a moment before pulling it open.
Darkness stared back.
Had the man been in here? Doing what?
Was this where they stored their bombs?
He didn’t like that thought.
He stepped inside, his muscles taut with tension.
But when he shone his light around, he saw nothing. No windows. Just some old metal shelves and . . .
He stepped closer.
A temperature gauge.
This was an old walk-in freezer, wasn’t it?
