John parked his car at an opening in the chain link fence. He looked down at his phone trying to find warehouse 17. He remembered Pier 3, but all the warehouses along the waterfront look the same, weathered, run down and in need of demolition. It looked like it was just up on the left. The one with the police cruiser parked in front. His phone vibrated and a message popped up; “Interview w/ Dr. Salas.” It was a 15 minute warning, but he had a feeling the good doctor was not going to make the appointment.
94/50,000
Sweet, at this point, this could go anywhere.