Wyatt

KACELA

“It’s one of our old warehouses.  It hasn’t been used in a while.  It’s actually on the market to sell but no one wants it.  Location isn’t great and it’s been vacant since we quit manufacturing furniture ten years ago.”

I looked at Earl.  “Are you sure this is safe?  They found us at the hotel.”

He shrugged.  “It’s under the old company name.  There’s quite a bit in this town associated with Borderline Timber.  It will take them a few days to work through all of that before ending up at an old Circle L Lumber warehouse.”

I nodded.  This was better than sleeping in the woods or on a beach, that’s for sure.  Theo drove up to a door and Bob slid out of the seat beside me, going over to the door and snapping the padlock off.  He raised it up so we could drive through, dropping it with a heavy crash.  I was onc