Chapter 291: The Old Warehouse
Amelia’s sweaty hands clutched at the steering wheel, as she kept one eye on the GPS. Her breath came out in shaky pants, and she bit her lip. The roads were clear as she drove to the port― and she couldn’t help but dart her eyes at the rearview mirror.
Matteo wanted to get the police to escort her while keeping their distance, but the police vehicles were simply too eye-catching in this part of the town. As such, the cops swapped out their gaudy vehicles for average cars that no one would bat their eyes at. They followed her a safe distance away, barely visible in her rearview mirror.
However, Amelia still felt worried. No matter how boring a car looked, it would attract attention simply because driving to such a location at such a late hour wasn’t something normal people did.
She sucked in a deep breath, hoping that Caleb would not look further.
In no time at all, she arrived at the warehouse. The grimy smell filled her nose, and she resisted the urge to gag. Mold had long taken over the property after long years of neglect. It was a miracle that the government had yet to tear down the place, especially since it hadn’t been in use for at least more than a decade.
Amelia slowly stepped out of the car, her hands discreetly patting her pockets where she had hidden a weapon. Matteo had insisted she brought one with her, and paired with an oversized sweater and baggy long pants, it hid the shape of the weapon perfectly.
Taking a deep breath, she walked to the warehouse. A wave of the salty seabreeze quickly swarmed her senses but she trudged forward.
Instead of calling out for Caleb, Amelia kept her lips tightly zipped shut. She wasn’t sure where Caleb was hiding in wait for her, but she didn’t want to know. The odds of her finding her father without him noticing her presence were zero to none, but she had hoped she could buy some time at least.
However, the more quiet the place was, the more unrestful she felt.