The door at the top of the stairs led Johnathan and Samuel directly out into a deserted hall and, following it along, they came to a small central space, facing the other two halls as Richard had specified. It was dangerously open, but still there was no one about. Even so, they felt too exposed and darted to the side where there were stacks of cardboard boxes, fully sealed and with delivery addresses printed on them with ink that was still wet.
‘These must be full of Super Notes,’ Johnathan said, shaking one and feeling the weight inside. He checked the addresses on the top; each stack was going to a different person. Just how many Super Note salesmen were there?
‘Johnathan,’ Samuel said, tugging at Johnathan’s shirt sleeve. ‘This one has your address on it.’
Johnathan looked. It was h
