(Noah)
The SUV finally slowed.
I looked out the window and immediately understood why Crane's people hadn't wanted to answer questions.
The place wasn't what I'd expected.
No warehouse. No office building. No armed fortress hidden behind gates.
Just a large house sitting far enough away from everything else that nobody would accidentally wander onto the property.
The vehicle rolled to a stop.
The passenger opened his door first.
"We're here."
"Clearly."
Neither man seemed interested in continuing our conversation.
That was fine.
I wasn't sure we'd actually had one.
I stepped out of the SUV and looked around.
The front door opened before I reached it.
A woman stepped outside.
"Mr. Prescott."
I nodded.
"That's me."
"Mr. Crane is waiting."
She turned immediately.
I follow
