Chapter 118

“A bit of overkill?” Tate said with a brief smile, before he pushed the tip between the floorboards.

“You live the way I’ve been for the last couple of months, you know you need something big enough to scare off anyone who thinks you’re easy prey because you’re homeless.”

“Makes sense,” Tate acknowledged, his attention focused on what he was doing. “Point your light here,” he said a few moments later. When Van did, Tate nodded, easing the blade of knife into a small notch at the end of one of the floorboards. Luckily, the board was on the far side of where they were kneeling, because whatever the blade had touched caused a three-foot square piece of the floor to slowly rise, revealing a dark hole.

“Now that wasn’t in the original design,” Van murmured when he saw the mechanism that allowed the trapdoor open on its own.

“No shit,” Tate agreed. “Time to go exploring.”

Van chuckled. “Thought we were already doing that.”