is?”
“Oh, no. But Robert could check into it.”
Oh, yeah. I didn’t think of that. I made it to the opening. Sadly, it was the size of a credit card. I swiped at a few spiderwebs, then slid through. It was touch-and-go where my ass was concerned. Took a little while and a lot of wriggling to get her through. Mr. V’s ceiling was exactly like the café’s. His access panel was closer to the opening, thank goodness.
The muffled tones of Cookie’s voice wafted up to me, but I didn’t respond. Partly because I couldn’t understand her, but also, I didn’t want to have to shout loudly enough to be heard. From what I could tell, the opening was somewhere above Dixie’s office. I doubted she’d appreciate my creeping about her attic.
I army-crawled to Mr. V’s access panel, ignoring the pain in my knees and rib cage where I lay across the boards. Who knew the edges of a two-by-four could be so painful? Prying the panel up proved to be harder than planned, but I finally got my fingernails under it and lifted one corner slowly.
It was still dark inside his store, so I lifted the panel and set it aside. Then, with the stealth of a drunk ninja, I lowered myself through the hole. Sadly, Mr. V didn’t have any shelves conveniently placed under the panel for me to climb down, so I had to drop several feet to the floor. The second my feet hit the ground, I looked up and wondered how I was going to get back.
I’d worry about that as soon as I figured out exactly what the captors had been up to. Using Cookie’s flashlight, I wound my way around antiques of every size and nature. There were simply too many breakable things. I’d never be comfortable working in a store that carried so many breakable things.
The plasma cutter sat on the side of Mr. V’s desk. It was connected to an extension cord, so either they’d already used it or they planned to soon.
I finally found the door to the back room, held my breath, and opened it. If they had set some kind of guard to watch over their handiwork, I was dead. I could live with that. Thankfully, it was just me and a gaping hole.
The entire floor had been torn out. The whole thing. It was a small room, more like a closet really, but still. I felt they got a little carried away. The dark hole lurking beyond the battered floor was my main concern. More tiny spaces. Great.
I got onto my hands and knees and was shining a light into the tunnel when I heard a growl. A low, deep grumble right behind my left ear.
I turned slowly and came face-to-face with a snarling set of teeth. The Vandenbergs’ German shepherd. He growled and snapped at me. It was the cutest thing.
“Hello, pretty boy,” I said to him. He was beautiful. “Aren’t you the prettiest thing?”
Despite the growls, I raised a hand to pet him. He whimpered instantly and licked my face instead of ripping it off. We played tackle-and-roll a bit, and then I asked, “Do you know what they’ve been doing down here?”
He barked, then offered an apologetic whine.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
He barked again, and I took Cookie’s phone and climbed down the rabbit hole.
15
I don’t understand your specific kind of crazy,
But I do admire your commitment to it.
—T-SHIRT
Barely wide enough for one good-sized man, the tunnel extended only about ten feet, then stopped under another rabbit hole. Just as I thought, they were tunneling into the dry-cleaning business.
I reached up and felt the cool smooth texture of metal. The plasma cutter. They were going to use it to cut their way inside. Two questions came to mind immediately: Why would a dry-cleaning business need a metal floor¸ and what could they possibly be keeping in there?
Was it a vault of some kind? If so, it had to be massive. Like a bank vault. Or maybe it was a panic room. Or an old bomb shelter, though the metal had glistened a bright silver. It couldn’t have been very old.
GS, for lack of a better name, whimpered again when I started to back out. He picked his way through the dirt, then bounded up into the shop. I didn’t bound, but I did hoist myself up using the brute strength God gave me. And the frame of the