Still buzzing from the discovery of the hidden trap door, Mike reached the lobby. The air had cleared and no longer smelt of the discharged round that had mashed the side of his leg. Surveying the room, he breathed two sighs of relief. The first was at the sight of Jason"s body still laid out at the base of the oak sideboard, a very small part of him had half expected this place to reanimate him, bring him back as some unkillable zombie hell-bent on retribution. Luckily it hadn"t, and that kind of thing at least remained a thing of fiction and Hollywood movies. Secondly, was the Beretta Semi-automatic three-round shotgun and ammo bag. It was still on top of the sideboard by which Jason lay.
Mike found his Timberlands, they were still right by where June had treated the wound, the tan nubu
