The Carlswick Affair Page 43
by SL Beaumont
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“Did you hear that?” James peered down into the darkness. He could have sworn that he heard Stephanie scream his name in the distance somewhere below his feet. Jeez, maybe he was hearing things now. Andy shook his head, he hadn’t heard anything.
“Where are those bloody torches? Hurry up,” he shouted impatiently over his shoulder.
“Grace’s gone to find some,” said Andy.
“Arrgh,” James muttered, frustrated. “I’m sure my phone will give enough light. Come on,” he said, as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and switched it on by touching the screen. He quickly found the flashlight app.
“Right behind you, dude,” Andy said, also pulling his phone out. Together they gingerly descended the stairs.
