I frowned. "If you can't sense any life, maybe she simply met our killer here and they went elsewhere."
"No. There is something here. It is similar in feel to the magic near Dorothy."
I swung around and studied the battered, abandoned containers. I couldn't see anything that jumped up and screamed magic, but then, I wasn't as sensitive to the stuff as he was.
"Where, exactly?"
He pointed down the road, to the right. "It appears to be located near the containers behind that warehouse."
The warehouse in question was big, old, and had been in disuse for some time if the state of the place was anything to go by. The remnants of the sign over the main entrance said HARTWELL SHIPPING in what must once have been bold red lettering.
"This is definitely the place."
"It would seem so."
We hurried toward the entrance. My shoes clicked noisily on the road surface and the sound seemed to echo across the odd hush that held the immediate area. It was almost as if the old buildings around us were holding their collective breath, waiting for something dramatic to happen. Trepidation continued to crawl across my skin, and I slowed.
"What?" Azriel said immediately.
"I don't know."
The nearby cyclone fence was topped with razor wire, which seemed a little extreme given the state of the entire area. It wasn't like there was a lot here beyond rusting remnants, but maybe they were simply left over from the days when this was a thriving business park. There didn't seem to be any other security measures present, either. And yet something about the place still felt off.
I heard a slight tick-tick, and walked closer to the fence. A piece of razor wire had been cut and swayed regularly in time to the breeze, and every time it touched the fence, it ticked. The damn fence was electrified. I walked down to the main gate. It was similarly protected.
"The gate doesn't provide much of a barrier for the likes of us," Azriel commented.
He touched my arm and drew me lightly toward him again, but this time I resisted. "Thanks, but I'll get in there under my own steam."