Large, shadowy shapes of old factories loomed on either side of the road.

Adrian turned off the SUV’s headlights, relying on the ambient light from the streetlamps a block away.

He rolled the vehicle to a stop behind a row of rusted semi-truck trailers.

A hundred yards ahead, a single warehouse stood with light leaking from the cracks in its metal siding.

Adrian turned to me. “Stay behind me when we get out.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, black handgun, checking the magazine before putting it back.

My phone screen suddenly lit up.

It was a new message from Marcus.

*The key is corrupt. You lied to me, Emily.*

Underneath the text was a live video link.

My thumb hovered over the link, trembling.

“Adrian, look at this,” I whispered.

He leaned across the console, his shoulder pressing against mine.

The sharp scent of rain and damp leather filled the small space of the SUV.

The screen of my phone reflected in his dark eyes, casting a pale blue glow across his sharp features.

“Don’t click it yet,” Adrian said.