*Elio*
The warm sun had begun to fade away, casting a twilight glow across the sky as the black sedan rumbled down the beaten and bumpy path. In the setting sun, it was even more obvious just how much nothing there was around us.
The warehouse loomed in sight, the same one we’d used to hold Antonio, with only a few cars waiting silently outside as we pulled up.
The engine cut off, the keys jingling as I pulled them out of the ignition. The click of the seatbelts was the only sound in the quiet desert before us and I got out, tucking the keys into the hidden pocket in my suit, brushing down my blazer for imaginary dust.
I spared merely a moment, glancing at the leftover police tape that had been brushed aside. A few strands swayed as a hot breeze brushed across the rocky terrain. I rounded the car, the rocks under my feet crunching with every step and I grabbed the door, opening it with a quiet click.
