Chapter 307: Dead man
Jorge heaved a sigh. It was a sigh borne of equal parts boredom and a desire to hear something other than the echo of his footfalls against damp cave floor. He’d hoped that the attempt would help break the heavy cloak of unease that had fallen on him like a corpse draped over his shoulders.
It didn’t.
Darkness clung to the edges of his vision, consuming the dim light cast by his torch like a nest of starving insects. He could have sworn that the fire was illuminating less and less with every step he took, even though the remains of the tar on the torch’s head were still burning away.
I hate this job. I wish I bought more tar. I’ll have to make this fast.
More footfalls echoed through the dark. His, of course. Jack and Jill were always very thorough. They wouldn’t waste him on a task where there could be a monster lurking in wait. After all, it was hard to find people like Jorge.
He was good at what he did.
He didn’t like it, but he was good at it.
This job took skill. It took talent. And most of all, it took someone who was good at staying quiet when the time called for it.
Jorge was good at staying quiet. And so he walked, accompanied only by the sound of his echoing steps and the growing unease bouncing around in his skull.