Farrokh said, pointing to the turn for the storage facility. He had chosen the place because it was located at the far edge of town and also because it was self-operated with no one there to check them in. “It’s around the back, fourth unit down.” Jordan stopped the car in front of the unit. Farrokh hopped out of the vehicle, opened the combination lock, and then lifted the garage door to the unit before returning to her driver’s side window. “Let me move the Jeep up a few more feet so you can get the Samand inside,” he told her. Once the cars were situated inside the unit, Jordan exited the car, leaving Isbel asleep inside of it. “We don’t have much room,” she said as she stretched. “Enough,” he said. “Let’s let the car cool before we close the door.” The squeal of brakes sounded nearby. An engine rumbled as it slowed.
