Still working on the dratted computer issues. I’ll catch up as I can during the week. ;c)
An anonymous phone promising information about Rhys led Nick to an abandoned warehouse. At first glance, the dark building appeared empty. Then a distant noise crept through the space.
Tension prickled his skin as he closed in on the far corner of the warehouse, the quiet scuffle against the concrete floor leading the way. Through the darkness, a form began to take shape.
No. Nick shook it off . . . his imagination was working overtime.
Only it wasn’t.
*warning: this WIP has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor.*
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