38. Dirty Little Secret

The vent was a tight fit. But, when I finally got to the second open vent and slid out, a great sense of relief took over. Being squished and unable to breathe wasn't on my 'to-do' list.

I was scarce on my feet, when I could hear footsteps heading in my direction. I ducked behind piles of boxes, pulling on a scrap of material dangling over me to hide myself. It was thick with dust and I had to fight not to have a coughing fit right then and there, which would give me away.

Based on what I could see, I was in some storage room. Though, I didn't spend much time mulling over it, as Ledger himself stepped into the room, carrying a small, wooden box. He placed it on top of a shelf, sending specs of dust dancing into the beam of light provided by the small lightbulb which was close to retirement.

I leaned to the side, hoping to get a better look, but Elijah turned his back to me, blocking the view to whatever he kept inside that box.

Not a few seconds later a grunt sounded, followed by