Chapter 8
The sound was so faint he could hardly call it a sound. A step? A muffled grunt, as if someone bumped into something? He wasn’t sure, yet an inner sense told him it was not natural or right. He edged closer to the nearest wall and inched toward the next doorway, through which he thought the barely audible noise had come.
As he stuck his head around just far enough to see, he spotted a man’s shape silhouetted against the window on the far side of the room. He opened his mouth to say, “Hold it.” Before the words emerged, a blow on the back of his head dropped him to his knees.
His last thought was angry. Damn it, I never heard anyone behind me. How…When he grabbed at the doorjamb, his fingers found nothing to break his fall. A black vacuum swallowed him.
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