"Shh." She held a finger over her mouth.
"I'm not saying anything," I countered, frowning. "We shouldn't be here you know?"
"Come on man, don't kill the fun," Tristan said, climbing up the stairs with us.
I didn't know what was wrong with these two. They always liked walking into fire.
"Ian told us not to say anything about that guys death," I reminded.
"We know." Hannah turned to me. The light from the touches outlined her round face. "He told us not to say anything. But he didn't tell us not to do anything about it."
"We both know what he meant. I'm not sure Ian will be happy if he finds out what we're doing." I answered.
They both ignored me. We entered a sparsely lit corridor. Torches were hung on the walls and a chilly draft of air whooshed past me. If we got caught, we were go
