Chapter 95

The kitchen had a set of double doors that swung open both ways, similar to a restaurant. When they entered, the counters were stacked high with sandwiches and bottled water. Tasia put her hands on one of the counters and leaned over it, gasping for air.

“Hey, we’re almost there.” Dana put a hand on Tasia’s shoulder, which she shrugged off.

“I know, I’m sorry. My heart is pounding so hard right now, I just need another second.” Tasia tensed up when somebody screamed outside. Dana moved to the nearest window and looked out to see Hat Man strolling across the yard with a small coffin hoisted up on his shoulder. Behind him, Timotei was shrieking in fury, his torso a mess of blood.

“He got what he wanted,” Dana said, then moved to the far end of the kitchen where a warehouse-style door was. She slid the door open and was immediately greeted by the sight of three figures standing in the gloom of the loading dock. They turned in unison, the light of the kitchen revealing