Tank Full of Trouble

Prologue Joe’s office was in a complete disarray. Papers were scattered all over the room, as if someone had looked at them and then threw them away in a rage. His beautiful collection of books was pulled off the shelves with no regard to their age or value. The desk drawers were open, and the filing cabinet had been ransacked. Megan gave Paul a push to get out of her way and squeezed around him to enter the room. Fearing the worst, she walked to peer behind the desk and then the leather sofa. With a sigh of relief, she realized the room was empty except for the three of them. “Someone was sure searching for something,” Ben commented. Megan didn’t answer. She still had an uneasy feeling. Something was off. As she took in the room’s disarray, she had to agree with Ben. The search had been frantic. As she walked past the French doors that led out to the under-construction terrace, she looked out the window. There were tools still out as if someone had just stepped away from their work for a second. She pulled her neatly tucked-in shirt out of her pants and used it to flip on the switch that would illuminate the terrace and peered closer. It took a moment for her to pinpoint what seemed so off, but when she did, she grabbed hold of the handle and jerked open the door. “Megan, wait-” “Someone’s out here, laying on the ground behind the fountain. Ben, call 911!”