Authors Note ;Please see chapter one for disclaimer and the legal stuff
This is another shortie, but gosh,darn ain't the suspense just building nicely? Thanks for the reviews. Promise the next will be a lot longer.
FOURTEEN
Jim Brass tapped the butt of his gun along the wooden panels. Even in the semi darkness there appeared to be something amiss with this section of the wall. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until the fifth tap echoed back at him. He rapped again louder.
'Catherine you in here?' He called not wanting to shout for fear of bringing something to the verge of collapse. A light tap answered his question.
Brass began smoothing his hands along the ridges looking for an opening. Close to the floor he found a padlock. It was stuck. Locked, and there was no key. Behind the wall he heard shuffling.
'Cath is that you?'
'Brass?' The voice sounded tentative.
'Yeah, it's Jim.' His own voice sounded relieved. 'Listen, there's a big lock on the panel, obviously some sorta door.' The voice that came back was louder, now more confident.
'Turn to your left. Follow your hand along the panels. At the sixth from here,' she rapped to let him know which one she was standing behind,'there's definately some sort of door. It was the one I was pushed through.'
'Okay.'
Gently sliding his hands along the dusty wood, Jim edged his way carefully to the sixth panel. Inch by inch, he ran two fingers around the grooves but found nothing. In the bottom right corner of the panel however he felt out what appeared to be deep scratches that made up a figure of eight. He pressed against the loops. There was a loud creak and the panel began to slid of its own accord.
'Jackpot!' He breathed.
'Loser!' Came the voice behind. Brass felt a push in his back and something heavy connect with the back of his skull. Falling forward, the last thing he recalled was falling down three stone steps and landing on something soft.
tbc.................
This is another shortie, but gosh,darn ain't the suspense just building nicely? Thanks for the reviews. Promise the next will be a lot longer.
FOURTEEN
Jim Brass tapped the butt of his gun along the wooden panels. Even in the semi darkness there appeared to be something amiss with this section of the wall. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until the fifth tap echoed back at him. He rapped again louder.
'Catherine you in here?' He called not wanting to shout for fear of bringing something to the verge of collapse. A light tap answered his question.
Brass began smoothing his hands along the ridges looking for an opening. Close to the floor he found a padlock. It was stuck. Locked, and there was no key. Behind the wall he heard shuffling.
'Cath is that you?'
'Brass?' The voice sounded tentative.
'Yeah, it's Jim.' His own voice sounded relieved. 'Listen, there's a big lock on the panel, obviously some sorta door.' The voice that came back was louder, now more confident.
'Turn to your left. Follow your hand along the panels. At the sixth from here,' she rapped to let him know which one she was standing behind,'there's definately some sort of door. It was the one I was pushed through.'
'Okay.'
Gently sliding his hands along the dusty wood, Jim edged his way carefully to the sixth panel. Inch by inch, he ran two fingers around the grooves but found nothing. In the bottom right corner of the panel however he felt out what appeared to be deep scratches that made up a figure of eight. He pressed against the loops. There was a loud creak and the panel began to slid of its own accord.
'Jackpot!' He breathed.
'Loser!' Came the voice behind. Brass felt a push in his back and something heavy connect with the back of his skull. Falling forward, the last thing he recalled was falling down three stone steps and landing on something soft.
tbc.................
