Phinn made his way to the Butcher’s shop. He waited outside, making sure no one was in there or had been looking for the missing boys or Isaac. He listened.
No sounds. No thumping against the door. Maybe he had gotten out.
Phinn cautiously entered the shop and immediately saw the dented door to the cold room. It was shut, but there was no indication of anything on the other side. Well, alive anyway.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
He walked closer to the door and pressed his ear against it. It was too thick to hear anything if it didn’t want to be heard.
Phinn knocked on it. “Isaac?”
“Yes! Open the door and let me out of here,” came a muffed, but angry response.
Phinn smiled and slowly opened the door.
“What the- Why are you here?” was all the irritated butcher could get out when he saw who opened the door.
“I’m here to let you out of course,” Phinn answered, his smirk unwavering.
Isaac stepped out and peered around before fully leaving the cooler.