Chapter 29“Seeing as it’s our new word, shall I yell ‘eureka’?”
“Go for it,” Rey said.
“Eu—f’g—reka.”
We gazed into a long rectangular 3’x4’x3’ compartment where the rug had laid. The slats under the rug had produced a slightly more hollow sound than other parts of the dull, fake maple floor. There was probably an opening mechanism or lock somewhere, but after a couple of minutes of searching, we’d voted for the easiest option: a hammer. Maybe we’d gone a bit too far, but when you were on a roll, you had to go with it.
Rey leaned down and gingerly felt around. “Got something.” She pulled out a black leather bag that resembled a shaving kit. “Guess they felt pretty safe leaving it here.”
“It’s not as if it’s that easy to find,” I reminded her, placing the hammer on the floor beside her
