MINE TO BULLY
My phone buzzed one final time before I approached the entrance.
Unknown: Come inside. Alone. He’s waiting.
I forced my breathing steady, forced my hands to stop shaking despite every instinct screaming at me to turn back, to call the police regardless of the demanded instructions, to do anything except walk voluntarily into whatever waited inside that warehouse.
I pushed through the door instead, stepping into darkness broken only by scattered shafts of gray daylight filtering through broken windows high above.
Jace, I called out, voice echoing across the cavernous space. Jace, can you hear me.