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"Are you sure about that? I've had an intuition that there might be more hidden chambers, and we just need to search for seams in the walls to access those rooms."
"Bullshit." He grasps Ashley's bindings and yanks, making her wince. "Take me back to the chamber full of gold artifacts."
"All right. But you might be missing out on something even better." I lift my nose and sniff. "Do you smell that? A musty draft."
"So what?"
"A musty draft indicates a hidden chamber. Do ye trust my skills or not?"
Frisk glares at me. "Your skills, yes. You? Not in the slightest."
A cacophony of shouts and thumping noises originates from the far end of the passage behind us.
"Stop him!" someone shouts.
A splash ensues.
"He's getting away!"
Frisk throws his head back and growls, then whirls around and sprints back down the passageway while dragging Ashley with him. I race after them. Munro must have done something. I hope he didn't try anything barmy. Like something I would do. Munro is too clever for that. Right?
We climb back into the entrance cavern.
Four men hover around the pool, staring down into the murky depths. The water is agitated, as if someone or something had fallen or jumped into it.
I donnae see Munro anywhere.
Frisk glances around, at first seeming confused, but that confusion swiftly mutates into anger. "What kind of morons are you? I left you here to guard one man.One man. Against four of you."
"This wasn't our fault," a minion says. "He just…jumped into the water."
"While zip tied."
"Yeah, that's right."
Frisk leans toward the pool and peers down into the water. "If that's true, then he must have drowned. And we should see his body floating to the surface. Do you see that?"
"No, sir."
"Then he's not dead, is he?" Frisk raises his gun, jamming the muzzle into the man's chest. "Jump in there and get him, Olsen, or I'll pull the trigger."
Before Olsen can obey his master's edict, a shape surges up out of the water and seizes the man, hauling him down into the depths.
"What the fuck?" Frisk shouts. "Is your cousin a demon from hell?"
"Oh, aye. Might want to rethink your master plan, Christian."
"That's garbage."
Munro surges out of the pool again, snatching another minion before he sinks under the murky water for the second time.
Frisk swivels toward the pool and fires five rounds into the water.
While he's focused on the water, I sidle over to Ashley. "Shove your hand in my trouser pocket and get my switchblade."
She does what I said without even hesitating. The lass brings out my knife and cuts my zip tie, then her own. She knew what I meant to do before I had a chance to say it.
Frisk's four remaining men seem mesmerized by the pool and what might leap out of it next.
