Hugo Cheney got in the car without a backward glance.
The cars quickly turned around and sped away, each one faster than the last, without the slightest hesitation.
Only after watching the cars disappear from the courtyard did the man wave his hand. "Go on, inside!"
Autumn Lynch knew she couldn't resist, so she turned and walked into the warehouse on her own without anyone needing to urge her.
As the large warehouse doors shut, everything suddenly went black.
It took a long moment for Autumn Lynch's eyes to adjust to the dim surroundings.
The warehouse before her was vast, partitioned into different sections by stacks of canned food crates.
The man led the way, and Autumn Lynch had no choice but to follow him into a separate, sectioned-off room.
The room contained a bed, a sofa, and a table.
The moment the man entered, he sprawled onto the sofa and crossed his legs.
He sat while Autumn stood.
Even so, Autumn felt a knot of anxiety as the man stared at her.
"I..."
