PART 3

I read the address three times before my brain could fully take in what I was looking at.

The storage facility was on the far outskirts of town, right behind an old feed mill and a lumberyard.

I had driven past it hundreds of times over the years without ever paying it any attention.

It was made up of long rows of low metal buildings surrounded by a high chain-link fence, with bright security lights shining down on the gravel driveways.

Unit C-17.