7.I hurried into the mouth of the Skull, and threw open the blackout curtains at the end of the tunnel. After allowing a moment for my eyes to adjust, I looked about frantically for the pilot. The death play was already well underway, the room packed again with standing-room-only Cultists. I didn’t spot another Freeman anywhere in the crowd. No, the pilot wasn’t in plain view. But he had to be in here somewhere. I elbowed my way in and out of the crowd, double-checking faces sitting at tables…Nope. He wasn’t here. But had he been earlier? If so, where had he gone? I had no idea. I stopped, rubbing my chin, thinking.
My attention was drawn up to the stage, to the old-time motion-picture theater, the marquee spelling out Biograph. People were streaming out of its entry, crowding the sidewal
