The Final Shield

The building on Carver Street looked abandoned from the outside.

Broken windows. Rust bleeding down the metal walls. Weeds pushing through cracked concrete in the loading area. If Sylvie had driven past it on any other night she would not have looked twice.

Sylvie crouched behind a police vehicle with Evander, her hand inside his, gripping so hard that her own fingers had gone numb. She had stoppe