Chapter 557: Prehemtive search

Erik's fingers flew across his phone's sleek screen as he keyed in "Blenheim Close." A torrent of information filled his display, various links offering glimpses into this seemingly ordinary street name.

Tapping on the most relevant link, he looked at an aerial view of a street on a digital map, snaking through a bustling part of the city like a vital artery.

Blenheim Close was a street of dichotomies. There were seemingly ordinary and new buildings, nestled among some that looked at least 200 years old. Large warehouses dominated the street, their sprawling rooftops visible from above.

These structures were industrial titans, with broad entrances for heavy trucks and exhaust vents hinting at temperature-sensitive operations.

While some of these warehouses showed their age with rusted exteriors and peeling paint, they stood as enduring monuments to the city's industrial past.