The words "13th floor" were written on the wall.
But there was no way to get in.
"Where's Taylor? He ran off earlier. Where could he have gone?" Quinn asked curiously.
Eason checked the wall carefully. "It's a solid wall-no gaps, no way to move it. It's stuck in place."
I patted the wall and looked back at the exit stairway leading downstairs. "Can't we just walk down?"
The 13th floor was blocked off. Were we supposed to go straight to 12?
No more games?
"She's my wife."
"Divorce is an option."
"I'm not getting a divorce."
Behind me, Dexter and Damien were still debating about the possibility of a divorce...
I sighed. The air around us became tense.
"Get over here!"
Dexter ran over staggeredly. "Honey..."
