I put my hands up, because that's what you do when someone is pointing a gun at you, and slide my butt off the seat. "Okay, okay."
"You don't want to be late for your meeting."
I shuffle toward the front of the warehouse, grateful they haven't walked me into the woods. You know your life has gone to s**t when you're grateful to be going into a falling down building and not taking a shot to the back. "Late for my meeting?"
"The boss," the tallest guy of the three says. "Make sure and be respectful."
I hold my eye roll. I'm sure the seedy underbelly of Pelican Bay needs respect.
The door to the warehouse is shoved open but once I walk through, it's propped close again. The empty building has a thick layer of dust covering the ground and also floating in the air. I cough, twice, my aller
