Rape s ProgressChapter 7
Night was falling when we arrived at the security gates that marked the entrance to Kim's and my half-brother's business premises. These comprised an old warehouse sitting on a rocky peninsula at the shallow end of the harbor, a jetty just big enough to take a small vessel and an antique diesel driven crane. From the outside the lot seemed old and dilapidated. Inside was a different story. We entered the warehouse through electronically controlled steel doors. The well-lit ground floor...