I lift the door enough for us to get in.
“We’d better leave that way or else he’ll know someone was here,” I say.
“Based on the camera I saw as we rounded the corner, he already knows,” Durango says.
We quickly make our way through the warehouse, looking for anything incriminating.
“Over here,” Durango says.
He’s standing next to an open crate. I peer in. It is filled with different types of guns that have been tossed in haphazardly.
Durango takes a few photos with his phone. I continue on to an office space. There is a monitor, a mouse, and a keyboard, but no computer. The drawers are all empty.
Durango steps into the room. “What’s in there?”
I glance over at the door he’s pointing at. “I haven’t checked yet.”
He opens it. “You need to see this.” He takes a few photos as I walk over.
The room has a toilet and a sink in one corner. On the other are wall shackles. Three sets of them.
“Do you think he’s trafficking people, too?” Durango asks.
The floor has brown stains. Dried blood.
“No. I think he tortures people here.”
“All right, we got what we need. Let’s go,” Durango says.
“Not yet.”
I go back into the main part of the garage and check another box I didn’t see on my first pass. Inside are a few knives. Bob is much more dangerous than I originally thought.
A car door slams shut.
“We’ve overstayed,” Durango says. “We need to go now!”
We make our way out, not bothering to close the garage door. We go around the other side of the building in case that car was Bob’s.
The wind has picked up. When we get to the corner, I peer around it and spot a random car parked two buildings up.
“Someone’s parked farther up,” I say.
We turn the other way and run, staying close to the buildings and out of sight until the road curves.
We make a few turns and eventually get back into the building with Stevens. A few minutes later, Bob pulls up in front of the warehouse. Another car pulls in behind him. Two men get out of that car, each holding guns. Bob follows them.
“Wish we could have planted a listening device inside,” Stevens says.
“I took photos inside,” Durango says. “But we found more than guns.”
He explains the wall shackles and shows her all the photos.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Stevens says. “But I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. Send me a copy of those.”
“Doing it now,” Durango says as he types.
The men exit the warehouse and stand by Bob’s car.
