“Nice trick,” said Killigan over my shoulder.
I waved the Weasel forward. “Drive through. We don’t have a lot of time. The door will dissolve.”
The Weasel didn’t ask questions and took his pink taxi through the door. I followed it with Killigan and we got on board. I looked back. Through the shadowy frame of the door I could see the rotten gang getting closer. “The door will hold good until they’re all through. Then it’ll dissolve.”
“So where the heck are we?” said Killigan.
“My guess is, some dark little world beyond most people’s worst nightmares. About as bad as I could dream up. Seems to be the way it works.”
Our pursuers were getting close again, the first of them through the door, so I told the Weasel to take off and lose them once more, down into the alternative Dunnsmouth belo
