Had he been holding a six-shooter, this is when he'd have c****d the g*n. Instead he just snarled at me, single eye narrowing to a slit.
I didn't want to die. True, my concept of death had matured somewhat over the last few days, but that didn't mean I welcomed its cold embrace. A shiver passed through me, and a whimper from behind let me know that Sally was equally terrified.
I turned to study the rows of loose bricks in a new light. Obviously it was a puzzle. There were hundreds of bricks to choose from, and Gus seemed to think that if I pushed them back into the wall in the right order, I'd get the Piece. Which probably meant that if I pushed them back into the wall in the wrong order, I would die. Channelling my inner-Xander, I guessed the door would slam down, trapping me inside. Th
