Changed Time

Chapter Thirteen

The warehouse turned out to be only five minutes from the diner. Paige pulled up to the gray concrete building and stopped the Charger in front of what I guessed used to be the security booth. It was now just a pile of concrete blocks.

She shut the car off and turned to me. "Remember, we can't touch anything. We don't want our fingerprints anywhere in there."

I frowned at her. "How many times have you done this kind of thing?"

Paige rolled her eyes. "I got my visions only a year ago, it isn't as if I've made a career of breaking into crime scenes. It just makes sense not to give the cops any reason to think that anybody else was there."

I nodded. "Fine." I opened the glove compartment and pulled out the glock. It was all black, a small gun compared to my usual rifle.

Paige gasped. "What the hell is that?"

"A gun."

"Why do you have a gun?"

I sighed. "We need to be prepared. We don't know what is in there, for all we know this could be their murderous hideout."

She shook her head. "This isn't their hideout. This was an easy place to kill Jamie, it was just on their way to‒" She stopped.

I felt the grip on the glock go limp for a moment. I set it on the middle seat and stared at Paige. "What do you mean it was on the way? On the way to where?" I felt my hands start to shake, I took a few breaths, trying to calm myself down. I could hear Hailey's voice in my head, telling me to breathe deeply and control my anger. "Paige, what aren't you telling me? I know you know more about the killers, why can't you trust me?"

"I do trust you, Drew." She said softly. "It was probably just on their way to Olivia. They had Jamie for a few days, and she kept on trying to escape, so they decided that she was too much of a hassle." I could hear her voice change from soft to hard.

I shook my head. "Not Olivia. The girl in the surveillance tape." I corrected. "I wish we could have seen that video, maybe then we might know if she's alive." I got out of the Charger, grabbing the glock before I slammed the door shut. Paige also got out and threw me the keys. I shoved them in my pocket.

"If you're going to carry that thing around, at least hide it." Paige said.

I sighed, lifted the back of my shirt and tucked it between my back and the waistband of my jeans. "Better?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guess."

I smiled and shook my head. "Have you been here before?" The warehouse was two storeys, the windows blocked off by what looked like plywood. Graffiti covered the concrete walls with names and symbols.

Paige hesitated, then seemed to brush it off. "No." She said, "what makes you ask that?" We walked along the side of the building in search of a door.

I shrugged. "I don't know. You've been here for a while obviously, I just thought maybe you had checked the warehouse already."

"I was actually dealing with another vision. Before I came to Thorp, I had a vision of a twelve year old in San Francisco, who was shot in a drug deal gone wrong." She quickened her pace. "There's the door." I had to jog to keep up with her.

We got to the door and I frowned, "Great, it's locked." I rolled my eyes and felt my sarcastic  voice come out from hiding. "Now why would a building where a murder took place be locked."

Paige snorted. "Don't sweat it, Drew." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bobby pin. She started twisting until the pin broke in two. She squatted down and looked up at me. "Mind keeping watch?"