Chapter Five: Folk Tale
Melia didn't hear the noise of the gunfire. She was deep in the cellars of the Manor House and no sound carried.
Good thing. The process works both ways: nobody could hear her scream, either.
The cellar was empty. No coffins. All gone.
She slumped against the wall, baffled and feeling beaten. Why had she come? What was she thinking?
In truth, it hadn't been her idea. She had met Terry in the canteen at Regional Office and he happened to mention that he'd made a Plastic Key. He tried to explain the process,
but she wasn't listening. It was something to do with spraying jelly into the old lock and then, when it sets, you could bend it out and it would show the positions of the tumblers. Terry could file up a key to match them,
and Bingo, there you were. He ins
