Aria
“Do you think this is it?” Dominick asked Tyler.
“These are the coordinates that showed up when I tracked your car, Nick,” he answered readily, peering into the dark old building or a warehouse. It was made of concrete. The green paint on the walls was dull and peeled off. The roof was almost flat and was made of red ceramic tiles. There seemed to be nobody around, maybe because of the storm. But I could sense there were a few people inside it.
“Take care. We’re not alone,” I warned them all when they were about to open the door of the van to get off.
“Just wait here,” Dominick advised Tyler and Sawyer.
“Hey, dude! We didn’t come with you all the way here just to stay in the van!” Sawyer prote
