ceiling, an empty socket dangled from snarled wires. “Don’t know where the switch is though.”
“Now, here,” he rapped at a wooden wall, it echoed dully. “I’m not sure what’s behind this, but on this side, there’s some old mouse droppings, but that’s it. Not a bug in sight. I can bomb it for you, just to be sure.”
“So there’s something behind the wall?”
“Not sure. People do all kinds of weird things in these old houses. Maybe a cold storeroom or something.”
“But there’s no door. How do you get in?” Or out, she thought.
“Don’t know. Look like it’s been closed off for a while.”
Twisting around, Frank pointed to the opposite wall. “But that’s what I wa...
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