Goosebumps abruptly rushed over my skin, issuing a silent warning.
I stalled. Slowly turned around.
A couple of dozen or so cars were scattered around the semidark garage. There was room for at least a hundred more. I studied the shadows, watched for the slightest variation in shading. Allowed my senses to soak up the vibes. The unpleasant but familiar smell of gasoline and oil filtered through my nostrils.
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