by Jeffrey L. Scudder
He pulled himself through the gap in the floor left by the open trap door, scrambled to his feet, and then he assumed a defensive karate stance, with level fists out in front of him, while he surveyed the gloomy attic. In the complete and quiet darkness, Derrick reached for the flashlight stuck in his pants' back pocket. He thumbed the switch on, and a beam of light leaped forth. Slowly, within its illumination,...
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