Mara decided to follow the breadcrumb trail physically. Warehouse 06's door had a rusted padlock, but a gap in the chained fence led to a narrow alley and a single bulb that still worked. Inside, dust lay on wooden beams like old confetti. On the bare concrete, someone had painted a five-pointed star with numbers around it. She crouched and traced the faded strokes with her finger; beneath the paint lay impressions—shoe prints, a stub of a cigarette, a flattened paper ticket.
Mara decided to follow the breadcrumb trail physically. Warehouse 06's door had a rusted padlock, but a gap in the chained fence led to a narrow alley and a single bulb that still worked. Inside, dust lay on wooden beams like old confetti. On the bare concrete, someone had painted a five-pointed star with numbers around it. She crouched and traced the faded strokes with her finger; beneath the paint lay impressions—shoe prints, a stub of a cigarette, a flattened paper ticket.
