Just as Spencer moved, one of the stage lights fell from the ceiling to the floor, right where Spencer had been standing.
Throg was on the stage, with Spencer in his arms before Spencer even knew what had happened.
He turned to look. “What the f**k? What was that?”
“A light from up there,” Throg said, pointing to the ceiling.
“How the hell did that light come down?” Spencer asked, starting to shake, realizing how he could have been killed if he had continued to stand where he had been.
Throg pulled back from Spencer and gave him a quick scan. Spencer knew he was looking for injuries. “I’m fine, Throg. It just scared the s**t out of me.”
“Stay here. I’m going to check this s**t out,” Throg said, turning to go to the back area, where Spencer had told him he’d heard sounds coming
