When he arrived, the warehouse door was secured by a rusted chain and brittle padlock. Rowan wedged a crowbar into the links and forced a gap wide enough to squeeze through. Inside, weak sunlight slanted across dusty concrete, illuminating drifting motes that moved like slow underwater plankton.
The cavernous interior appeared empty except for one boarded-up room in the far corner. The wood looked newer than the rest of the building. It had fresh nails, clean cuts, and deliberate repairs. Someone had maintained this room long after the warehouse was abandoned.