King’s (The King Trilogy #1)(55)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“Dammit, King. Where the hell are you?” I slammed my fist on the desk, and the pen holder tipped over, dumping its contents to the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the mess. I gathered the pencils and pens in my hand, thinking how silly it was that they were even there to begin with. Not like anyone ever called to leave a message.

I reached for the last stray pencil all the way underneath the desk, and that’s when I saw the envelope taped to the bottom of the middle drawer.

I frantically peeled it off and opened it. Inside were a key and an index card with an address in SOMA, a neighborhood not too far from the loft. I flipped the card over, and on the back was King’s mark—the letter “K”–and the number ninety-two. Nothing else.

Had he meant for me to find this? No one else sat at this desk, and it wasn’t like King to do anything without a purpose to it.

I scrambled outside and hopped into a cab, hoping and praying that whatever this place was, it would give me some answers.

I gripped the key tightly in my hand and then looked at it. Crap. Who was I kidding? It’s not like I’d find a secret treasure map leading to his location.

When the cab pulled up to the warehouse overlooking the bay, I got out and stood there, staring at the enormous three-story building about a football field long. What was this place? The vibe was beyond ominous, like it radiated a dark, malicious energy that warned you off. I relaxed my eyes and saw nothing but reds and blacks swirling all around the exterior.

“What is this place, King?” I whispered.

Whatever it was, I had to go inside. I had to. Because if I was right, King wanted me to come here. Perhaps he’d anticipated something going wrong.

But why send me to a place that feels like the edge of hell?

I slipped the key in the lock and prayed.

To Be Continued…