Chapter 49
The air around Melanie’s basement penthouse was still, still like an old forgotten ruin. Something about the dust on the doors felt like a crypt. Shel gave a quiet knock...
The air around Melanie’s basement penthouse was still, still like an old forgotten ruin. Something about the dust on the doors felt like a crypt.
Shel gave a quiet knock. Nothing stirred. Her penthouse was massive. He gave three heavy pounds with his fist. Still nothing.
He tried the door. Locked.
He would have to knock it down. He gave a kick with his heel right near the handle: the sound creaked to a crack. He gave it another stomp, cracking it near the latch. One more and it broke.