‘Are you sure?’
The words were said without context or stealth, but as soon as they were out of her mouth she knew exactly where she was and what was happening. They were in the castle of doom. Both of them. And they’d been in there a while.
She focused in on the trestle table nearby, the paint cans she felt should’ve been on it. Tell him to fuck off again. Hit him on the back of the head and roll him down the slope. Just leave.
‘Are you sure it’s empty?’ she asked, finally.
Patrice popped his Roma bubble jacket back in the room and said, ‘no, you are correct, there is nothing here.’
‘Did you check all the corners?’
‘There’s nothing. I check everywhere.’
Joanna looked around for more potential hiding places. ‘There’s another staircase over there.’
‘We go up there twenty minutes before, you do not remember?’
‘No, we didn’t.’
‘That was a different one. On the other side, the left part of the castle, not this one. This is the right side.’
‘I tell you, there is nothing here. We look everywhere, nothing.’
‘There must be.’
‘It is a castle, at midnight, who will be here?’
‘It’s hiding somewhere.’
‘Yes, hiding, like Jack et le haricot magique…the big plant, how to say…the fairy tale story, Jack and the-…’
‘I’m going up the stairs.’
‘Jack and the magic plant.’
‘Wait here, or go outside. Grab a weapon.’Continue reading