Fitz had just reached the first door to the incinerator room and his hand was closing over the handle when a sudden chilling scream filled the air. It started as a shriek of surprise, lowered to a keening of sorrow, then ratcheted up to a bellow of rage, all before he even wrestled the door open.
Wyss crashed up against his back as Fitz flung the door out of the way, and the two of them charged into the room beyond, peering into a darkness barely lit by the dark red glow of a dying fire inside the incinerator. There were two figures sprawled out on the floor, but one was too tall and the other was too short to be Ritchie.
Then he saw Feena standing over them, some sort of pistol in her hands. He flinched, but she wasn"t aiming at him. Her eyes were pure fury, but her arms held steady as
