Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 143

Russo and his two men got out of the car and I followed. We eased up to the little building. I looked through a dirt smeared window and saw Hall, Schmidt and his daughter all sitting in chairs around a little table. The room was lit with candles, which gave it an eerie glow. The flickering flames of the candles cast shadows that pirouetted across their faces like psychotic ballerinas.

We were about to go around to the only door the building had when we heard the sound of an airplane engine off in the distance getting louder and louder...