Next evening.
The warehouse was as Damien had described it—big and empty enough to fit several dozen people with guns behind all the empty shelves. The overhead lighting was dim enough to help them hide.
A man-sized door near the truck-sized main gate was cracked open in an invitation, but the sun had already set.
Damien's people filled some of them with boxes to create cover, and then Victor's guys added some bags with dry concrete as a proper cover from bullets.
It was the last evening in Los Angeles for Tristan—tomorrow, Derek and the entire crew were going to leave this city. Tristan was supposed to go with them. There was an interview scheduled in his city two days later with a major news outlet, timed with the upcoming release of the CYS contest on TV.
He had to make this evening count, and he had to make it in time for the interview.
