“Do you trust him?” she followed up.

“I don’t know anymore,” I confessed.

“That must be absolutely agonizing for you,” she said.

“It really is,” I whispered.

She reached across the console and laid her warm hand over mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Whatever we find in that unit tonight, I promise you won’t have to face it alone.”

When we got to the storage facility, the main security gate was locked.

A digital keypad was mounted under a small overhang, and a separate pedestrian gate stood off to the side, secured with a heavy padlock.