One of the two back doors suddenly slammed shut.
The reality of the matter was that a single door shutting would make no difference to Thom’s ability to exit the building. Both entrances had extra-wide, double doors that were big enough for all kinds of equipment and animals to enter and exit. Thom’s heart, chest, and lungs were not rational at the moment, though. He shrieked like a kid in a haunted house. Pain lanced through his chest, his free hand clutched his pectoral, and his vision swam.
Move! Go! Get out! his mind screamed at him. He took a step forward, stumbled, and when he went down on one knee, all hell broke loose.
“Oh, my God, I think he’s having a heart attack!”
“Somebody call nine-one-one!”
“Get him on the ground!”
Hands came from everywhere, trying to push him down or
