“Nothing. I think the douchebag musta left before we arrived,” Carlos called back from across the room.
“Well, I guess that’s it then. Let’s get outta here, Paul.” Billy said this time with a deep sigh, ramming his revolver pistol into the back of his pants before striding out of the room.
I took that up as a clue immediately, pocketing my gun in no time, and made to turn around on my heels. But, in between my forty-five-degree spin and the next split second, I caught some movements behind the closet from the corner of my eyes and stopped abruptly.
For the next ten seconds or so, I stood in the same fixed position, wondering if I have indeed seen some movements through the tiny slit in the closet’s door, or imagining things.
Could the movement I have noticed behind the closet be that
