CHAPTER FORTY SIX – UP THE WAREHOUSE

The sound of approaching footsteps made her freeze. A group of dock workers rounded the corner, chatting loudly. Rebecca quickly ducked behind a stack of crates, her heart racing. As the workers passed, she overheard snippets of their conversation. "...strange activity at warehouse 17..." "...fancy cars and men in suits..." "...something big going down..." Rebecca's ears perked up. Could that be Luca's warehouse? It was worth a shot. As soon as the coast was clear, she emerged from her hiding spot and continued down the street, keeping an eye out for warehouse 17. The numbers on the buildings ticked up slowly: 14... 15... 16... Rebecca's anticipation grew with each step. Finally, she spotted it – warehouse 17. It looked no different from the others, but she noticed a sleek black car parked nearby. Just as she was about to approach, the wail of police sirens filled the air once more. Rebecca's blood ran cold as she saw two patrol cars speeding down the street towards her. Panic