Chapter 53: The Canine Feast
The distant thud of splintering wood echoed through the cold plaster walls as Garrett and his scavengers continued battering the ground floor drawing room. Genevieve slammed the louvered door of the walk in pantry shut, throwing the brass bolt with trembling fingers until the tumbler clicked into the strike plate. She leaned her back against the wood, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps that clouded the pitch black darkness of the narrow storage room.
Outside in the service hallway, Harlan and Torin stood pressed against the opposite drywall, their breathing loud, wet, and frantic.
Genevieve pulled her smartphone from the deep pocket of her mink coat, her numb thumb pressing against the power button. The screen flashed weakly, its battery indicator bl
