CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Mackenzie approached the door and was not at all surprised to find it locked. The door itself was flimsy, made of a very cheap and hollow wood. When she rattled at the knob, the door shook slightly in its frame. She thought long and hard about simply kicking it down. One or two swift kicks would do the job.
If she’d had a weapon, she might have done that. She stepped away from the door and looked around the place. She went to the back of the building and saw more scattered lumber. Most of it was mildewed and rotten, having sat discarded ever since the addition had been made. She quietly hunted through the wood and found a solid portion of a two-by-four near the bottom. As she did so, the top of the pile slid off and clattered against the back side of the building.
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