Chapter 33: Noisy Decline
More grunts followed and then stopped and started as my descent quickened. I took step by step, falling into the depths of the unfinished basement. Stone walls with chunks of lumber surrounded me. Light from upstairs cascaded into the basement. The wooden steps creaked under my weight, one by one, something I couldn’t prevent. Whomever inhibited the basement heard me. Whether it was Miller or Jax, or even both, they knew of my arrival because of that noisy decline. No matter the circumstances, I continued the descent and reached the bottom of the stairwell, surrounded by the thin darkness and positioned in minimal light.
I shouldn’t have been there. There were other things I could have been doing with my time: relaxing with a good paperback book that had once la
