“Anything else from Brad or Taby?”
“No, just confirming this is the time and that we better be here.”
“Should you text Brad?”
“I will,” he answers.
Grant pulls out his phone and texts Brad quickly. As he pockets it, a car arrives and parks up front near the very warehouse where we’re meant to meet.
“Let’s go,” Grant says.
We both hop out of the car and walk toward the empty warehouse. The sound of my heeled boots clacks against the road.
“Do you think it’s a trap?” I whisper.
“It couldn’t be for us. There are no signs of who we are.”
We keep a steady pace as we walk up to the door. Grant pulls the door open, and there’s no one inside.
We scan the huge empty building for any sign of life but find no one, not even the person who came in moments ago.
“What the hell?” I ask.
“I’ll check over here,” he says while heading in the opposite direction.
“I’ll check the other side.”
This is odd, to say the least. We’ve been given information about a meetup, and no one’s here except us. It feels like a trap.
Shifting in the distance catches my attention. I start to peel back layers of old material hanging from broken flooring above me.
“Hello?” I call out.
A loud crash sounds behind me right as darkness takes over.
“Wake up, pretty girl,”a woman’s voice says.
My eyes feel heavy, and a weight is keeping me seated. As I try to peel my eyes open, nothing is coming into focus. I must have been hit on the head with something.
“Time to get up,” she continues.
“What? Where am I?” I groggily ask.
“At the warehouse still,” she answers.
My eyes finally adjust, and I find myself staring at Taby, Brad, and Cordelia. They’re all peering down at me as I’m tied up on a concrete floor.
“Why am I like this? I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, but dear, haven’t you?” Cordelia asks as she steps forward.
Cordelia holds a gun in her hand as she starts to pace along the open space between us.
“I liked you and Ace. Thought you had real potential,” she continues.
I struggle against my binds as she talks.
Ace.