Twenty Four
MORGAN STEPPED INTO the darkened room. Although there was an acrid smell of tobacco, there didn’t seem to be anyone there.
He went in, but did not close the door all the way behind him, needing the little bit of light provided by the wall sconces in the hall way. Moving toward the fireplace, he pointed at the stack of wood that was laid there. Immediately, a fire burst to life, providing enough light so he could close the door.
He had just turned from doing so when a deep voice came out of the darkness from one of the corners of the room. “Very impressive,” it said.
Morgan’s blood and body froze. He turned toward the voice. “Who is there?”
The wood floor creaked under a man’s weight and there was a shuffling of uneven footsteps. Slowly, into the soft flickering light of th
