The address was in the old industrial area of the city. There were streets that smelled of rust and decay concrete warehouses and broken windows.
There was a damp chill in the air. It had an acrid taste and tasted like metallic dust.
The buildings loose siding rattled with each wind gust. There was a mist of my breath. With a slight tremble I grasped my phone.
My heart pounded my ribs. This was a big risk. I couldn't go back now though.
The earpiece carried Carson's voice. “Annabel please speak with me. Are you certain about this?” he inquired.
“I'm sure.” I said steadily. “This is the only option.”
Across the line he sighed. “I don't like this. Not in the slightest. Everything about this feels wrong.”
“I know.”I replied. “Keep your phone on the line.”
I rounded a corner. The bu
