UNCERTAINTY

Philip and Clara arrived at their next destination, an old warehouse on the edge of town. The place looked abandoned, with broken windows and overgrown weeds. The documents they found at Rourke's hideout had led them here. The warehouse was marked as a location connected to the stolen goods deal, and they needed to check it out.

Philip’s mind was racing. He was still trying to process everything that had happened: Barry’s death, the threat from Andrew Lane, and the new mystery surrounding Rourke. The pressure was mounting, and he felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew this was a critical lead, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong.

“Stay alert,” Clara said, her voice steady. “This place could be a trap.”

Philip nodded, gripping his flashlight and pistol. They stepped out of the car, their footsteps crunching on the gravel. The warehouse loomed in front of them, its dark and empty interior intimidating. They approach