Rowan armed himself with a flashlight and sturdy gloves. He waited until well past midnight, ensuring nobody was tailing him. The harbor lay silent beneath a moonless sky. Shadows clung to every surface as he approached the warehouse, each step carrying him closer to answers he both wanted and feared.
The front door was open, and there were fresh footprints around. Someone had returned after him, clearly searching. Rowan’s pulse quickened, but he pressed forward. Whatever waited inside, he needed to face it. Turning back now would only leave the truth buried for someone else.