Chapter Eighteen
“Anyone here?” Erik bellowed. There had been far too many situations in his military career where the absence of people preceded an ambush, including the fall of the 108th. He clenched his teeth. The garage had been filled with mechanics not all that long ago.
That many people didn’t just disappear.
There was no response, but a large closed door at the back of the garage caught his attention. He headed toward it, wondering if he should go for his gun. There was a blurred line between paranoia and caution, and freaking out Miguel and his employees wouldn’t help anyone, so he decided against drawing his weapon.
A meter before Erik arrived at the door, it slid open, and a bulky, frowning man in an ill-fitting suit stepped out of it, his squat face radiating menace. He dis
