Chapter SixDoc Seaton's receptionist abandoned her post for lunch. The desk lay empty.
I plunged into the underworld. A blast of cold air hit me as I descended concrete steps. After the warm sunshine, it gave me the creeps.
I looked right, then left. A doorway glowed with eerie light. I heard some faint murmurings. Ungluing my feet, I tiptoed in that direction. The door stood ajar and with some trepidation I'll admit, nudged it open.
The room surprised me. It looked very much like a modern operating facility with stainless steel counter tops and sinks, immaculate linoleum flooring and white linen covering the nastier bits. Soothing classical music emanated from an elaborate tape machine. The plume of a dying cigarette curled upward from a substantial ashtray carved out of black onyx. I
