Colum Fountain Curio’s owned that gray building on a muddy hill near the foot of Landing Ridge. The flat roof had three oversized vent hoods that dwarfed the building. Below the muddy hill was a muddy flat area next to a muddy creek where he built his house and painted it the same drab bluish gray. Rains splashed the surrounding muddy ground and gave both buildings muddy skirts.
I waited five, terrifying, minutes, then followed. I thought my heart beat so loudly that everyone heard it up and down the tunnel. I got to the side passage. I saw no one along its whole length. Did someone slaughter my friend and spirit his body off? That side passage ended with a door. The light came from that door.