That was when the Diver heard the crunch of boots on broken glass outside the pharmacy. He moved fast, heading for the far end of the store. He didn’t bother trying to save the other diver. He left the roll of surgical tape hanging from him. He knew the other diver couldn’t be saved.
He hit the last aisle and turned up it. He walked as fast as he could past rows of greeting cards while still remaining silent. If it was the ghosts again and they had spread out, he was trapped. He wouldn’t get out of the pharmacy alive. But he could hear the other man muttering where he’d left him in the chair, and he hoped that the sound would draw the ghosts.
The Diver paused at the end of the aisle and looked around the corner of the shelves. Rows of cash registers were in between him and the broken win
