Diesel reached the bottom of the stairs before Jace and me, and his barking echoed through the closed garage.
I gripped the railing as I followed Jace down.
The workshop was dark except for the security lights near the office, and nothing appeared out of place at first.
Diesel stood near the rear entrance, his body rigid, his attention fixed on the closed door and Jace raised his weapon.
“Stay behind me.” Jace said.
“I am staying close.” I said and he glanced back at me.
“That’s not what I said.” He said.
“I know.” I said and he sighed.
“You’re impossible.” He said.
“I’ve heard that before.” I said and Diesel barked again.
Jace moved toward the door and stopped several feet away.
“Who is there?” Jace asked.
For several seconds, there was no answer. Then someone spoke from the o
