The warehouse where we were meeting the Son Reyes was on the outskirts of town. It had once been a huge storage facility until the Cardozas bought it. They kept the old storage units because it was safe to keep some of the product here. We so rarely came here that there would be no reason for police to search it. Anything they wanted, if they ever got smart, would be at the compound. For now, the team I had brought with me was at the small warehouse at the end of the plot of land waiting for the Son Reyes. I hoped it wouldn’t end up like last time, with guns pointing at me. This time, we had thought about that, and had the shipment all in one setting so they could inspect and pack it up for themselves. A lift-up garage door gave them the option of pulling their car in and taking it with them easily. Nothing else in this room provided any distraction. The place was big enough that I wondered if it had once held planes or cars. It had been checked a few times by our people and all seemed to be in order.
