Rowan went to the police, but they offered little help. Without evidence of a crime, they could only register the message as harassment and advise caution. Their indifference frustrated him, but it also clarified something unsettling: whatever threat surrounded the Trident, he would be facing entirely on his own.
Determined to follow the lead anyway, he decided to visit the stamped address the next morning. It was a derelict warehouse near the abandoned docks—partially collapsed, fenced off, and informally marked as dangerous by anyone who valued their safety. Rowan felt drawn to it despite every sensible instinct.