Part 31
I didn't stop to look back, pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floor until we hit the highway entrance ramp.
The car vibrated violently from the rear damage, but the engine was still running strong, carrying us away from the wreckage.
Derek pulled himself back inside, his face pale and his breathing ragged as he placed the hot gun back in his lap.
"I hit the tire," he breathed, looking at his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably now that the adrenaline was fading.
"You saved our lives, Derek," I said, my own voice shaking as I watched the highway signs flash past.
We drove in total silence for the next forty minutes, heading deep into the industrial district near the old city docks.
The bright, cheerful suburbs were left far behind, replaced by towering factories and rusted shipping containers.
This was the side of the city that my husband had hidden from us, the grim reality of the business world he operated in.
I navigated through a maze of dark, empty alleyways until the familiar silhouette of the old warehouse appeared.
It looked completely abandoned, its corrugated metal walls covered in graffiti and rust.
A heavy iron chain secured the main gates, glinting under the pale yellow glow of a distant streetlight.
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I parked the car behind a stack of abandoned shipping pallets, completely hiding it from the main road.
"We’re here," I whispered, turning off the engine. "The place where it all started."
