There wasn’t much on this story of the house. The further up the house went, the less room there was to work with, so Jesse only had a small room at the end of a short hallway to check. Even up here, the smoke was dense and the air was hot to breathe.
He rushed forward, embers floating around him, and pushed open the attic door. He yelled into the darkness but heard no response.
What am I doing? This wasn’t the right way to do things. He suspected with these men, though, that there never would be a right way to do things. He was all alone in this blaze. If something were to go wrong…
He pushed the thought away and started searching the attic, flipping over each and every box, bucket, and piece of junk that was in his way. It took him only moments to conclude that there was no on
