Chapter 61
He opened the metal door, his gun aimed ahead as he slowed his movements. Inside, wooden crates on pallets were stacked two levels high, four feet apart. In front of them was a second row, then open floor beyond. Merrick stayed in the back, moving past three rows of pallets before he had a good view of the center of the warehouse.
Grant and Wyatt stood with their back to him. Before them, a sixteen-foot white cargo truck faced the oceanfront exit. Two men loaded the truck with narrow crates that no doubt held the Xanderclied paintings. Another man guarded Wyatt and Grant with a gun resting across his arm.
Merrick scanned the warehouse for Jordan. She had to be there somewhere.
He moved over one more row. Inside the truck, five crates had been loaded. The men carried the final two inside, then hopped out the back.
“They’re all in, boss.” One guy lowered the door, then they each secured the locks on the sides.
“Excellent.”