Chapter 11Roars loud enough to shake Jameson’s flesh from his bones filled the building. He was stupid to walk in here. He knew he was, but he couldn’t stand outside and wait, could he? He passed a front desk and turned a corner. What met him was a huge room filled with shelves from floor to ceiling, and the shelves were filled with boxes. An archive or maybe an evidence room, though shouldn’t evidence rooms be locked?
A roar bounced around the walls and was followed by the sound of metal screeching, and then a shelf fell. Jameson turned away despite being far enough for it not to come anywhere near him.
The shelf toppled into another shelf and for one horrible second, Jameson imagined the entire room going down like domino bricks. It didn’t. The next shelf creaked and shook but held und
