“Angelo, this is nuts!” Ernie whispered harshly. “You ever read about the Valentine’s Day m******e? You want a repeat?”
“Relax. It’s almost March.”
“f**k off, man…”
Voices echoed above them, and Angelo saw a main light switch on through the cracks in the ceiling. To their left was an emergency staircase. Angelo waved Ernie to follow, and they rushed off to the metal stairs.
“Look what if it’s not even him?” Ernie continued to argue. “It could just be some lowlifes or something. We could be totally wasting our time—”
“Only one way to find out.” As quietly as he could, Angelo hopped the stairs two steps at a time, until he was finally on the second level. A few old ceiling lights were struggling to stay on. Car frames, overtaken by nature, sat in rusted heaps with flat tires. The shadow
