There were tall metal barrels a few feet away. Raul purposefully strode to one of them and gave it a kick, knocking it over, making plenty of noise. Some burnt debris rolled free and a puff of ash boiled out then floated to the floor. He went to the next one and looked inside before stripping off his jacket and shirt. Returning to the van he tossed them inside. “Stay inside the van,” Raul said. Brandon opened his mouth—no doubt to issue protests—but Raul wasn’t making a request. He crowded Brandon in the driver’s side door with one hand on either side of him, so he was trapped. “There are people in this building,” he began in a low voice. “I can smell them and hear them. They were burning fires in those barrels. We don’t know anything about them and they might be involved with the traffickers. The parts we play? Those start now. You’re my meal ticket and I control you, remember?” Brandon nodded. “Yeah.” Comments are closed.
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