The Warehouse Visit

The warehouse was well lit and clean. Rows and rows of neatly stacked wooden crates within it. At first, second, third and even fourth glance, many people did not notice anything wrong with it, and Nico preferred it that way. At the very back of the warehouse, there was a room. The room lined from top to bottom with plastic.  The guest that stayed there often did no stay long, and when they left, there was no DNA left behind. Nico crouched in front of the current guest, the man's chin on his chest. His body slumped on the chair he was tied to "Albert, a strange name for a criminal. Is that why you go by Razor? Then again you look more like an Albert than a Razor," The man said nothing, looking down at Nico with the one eye that was not swollen shut.