The helicopter ride was relatively short.
Vincent sits across from me, weapon trained, but his posture is relaxed. Professional as always, like this was just another job.
"Where are we going?" I try to keep my voice steady.
"Somewhere, Marie prepared." He doesn't elaborate. "Don't worry. She wants you alive... for now."
"How comforting." I look out the window, trying to memorize landmarks, but it's dark, and we're moving too fast.
We land on the roof of what looks like an abandoned warehouse complex. Red Hook, maybe? The docks are nearby - I can smell the water, hear distant ship horns.
Vincent's men are waiting - four of them, armed and professional.
They don't rough me up or threaten; they just efficiently handcuff me and lead me inside.
The warehouse is massive and cavernous. There was industrial equipment scattered around, evidence of whatever business used to operate here, but the corner they've set up is almost civilized - portable lights, folding chairs, supplies.
