The underground garage of Harrington Group was vast and eerily empty. Even as I sat in the car talking on the phone, faint echoes reverberated—cold and oppressive.
"Yeah, Zincity really is a great place. So livable, so peaceful. I've been here a few days and I'm really enjoying the pace. The weather's nice too—perfect for settling in."
Mira kept talking. I had the phone on speaker, starting the engine. The garage felt too hollow; it made my skin crawl.
As I reversed out of the spot, I suddenly hit something with a loud *thud*. My heart lurched. I said into the phone, "Mira, I think I hit something. Gotta go—call you later."
Without waiting for a reply, I hung up, opened the door, and stepped out to check.
Aside from small animals, there wasn't much else down here. I hoped it wasn't an
