Chapter Twenty-One
In hollow faces, I saw myself, the ghost of my mistakes.
I peeked out of the armory, looking back into the hall. No movement, no sound. My friends from earlier must have gone to the loading dock, as they discussed.
I moved back out to continue my search. There were two other rooms along the opposite side of the hall and I quickly pivoted into the first. Narrow and tall, with shelving and cleaning products stacked to the ceiling on one side. A few plastic ties and a dingy old mattress on the opposite side set alarm bells ringing in my head.
Someone’s been kept here. And recently.
Back in the hallway, I headed quietly for the final doorway. The entrance to this room was barred by a modern wooden door that had been hastily attached to the decades-old frame. This was a
