CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Patting his pants pocket, Sean felt around for a small pen light. At the end of the instrument was a tiny knife. Both men had to bend low to avoid the trees which were overhanging at the entrance. Sean waited until they both were inside the trapdoor, then put on the flashlight on dim. They found themselves in a dusty, smelly room. Something scurried across their path, making Richard utter an expletive.

‘Be quiet. We don’t want to alert them.’

‘I am trying my best. What is this roo