Chapter Eleven
Downward
Dust kept his eyes on the man in front of him. He didn’t like that Alex and Howard had stayed back in the upper area, but he liked it even less that Randolph was walking behind them. There was something about the guy that rubbed Dust the wrong way. It was more than the way he looked at Sammy. There was just a feeling about the guy that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Are you okay?” Sammy whispered, leaning down over his shoulder on the steps.
Dust squeezed Sammy’s hand and nodded. He didn’t want to talk in the narrow stairwell. They went down several flights before they reached an open doorway. He paused for a moment, taking in the large, circular room. It looked like a command center of some type.
“This way,” Beau said, glancing over his shoul
