Chapter 59

We reached wherever we were a moment later, the large box coming to a smooth halt. Slowly, I slid the metal doors in front of us open. I held my breath. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Heck, I could hear Ray’s heart beating in my ears. Worse, I could hear the sound of metal sliding against metal. Worse-worse, we were in a laundry-room/storage-room. Which wasn’t what made it worse-worse so much as the fact we weren’t alone in the laundry-room/storage-room.

“What the fuck?” It was Chad. “Where did you run off to? Why are you in the dumbwaiter? Why are you all wet?” He waved his hand in front of his confused-looking and yet oh-so-adorable face. “And why do you stink like the bar at closing hour?” He pointed at Ray. “I don’t even know how to phrase the next question.”

I nodded as Ray and I hopped out, the two of use now facing the one of him. Ray looked so sheepish, I half expected a baato come out of his mouth at any moment. “It’s a long story, Chad.”