culprit

Gregory's POV

Isaiah called me up to meet at an abandoned warehouse. I'm guessing it is one of his old warehouses. The area surrounding the warehouse is abandoned. Most of the lights meant to keep the place bright are busted. The only one that is still functioning flickers uncontrollably. The paint of the warehouse is washed out, overgrown grasses by the side giving the entire area an eerie feel. Knowing Isaiah he preferred things this way, Creepy. I can't blame him though. When you lead the kind of life that he does, it has to be so.

The doors of the warehouse are sliding doors and it is opened to allow one person in at a time. A single yellow dim light flickers at the very end inside the warehouse. It isn't empty as opposed to what a passerby would think. As my feet move against the concrete floor I hear the occasional whimper. The closer I get the more the silhouette figures become clearer. Two men stand behind my cousin. His trusted bodyguards. Two other men are tied with chains