The improvised wedge was holding. Dylan hoisted up the top of the ruined table and slammed it down on the inside doorknob. It snapped off completely and the knob on the far side fell off and dropped to the floor with a dull clang while Lazarus and Kitty slipped up the staircase.The door exploded open with a crack as piercing as a rifle shot. Dylan stormed out, loppers in one hand and a reluctant Sian in the other. He took a quick survey of the empty hallway and shoved Sian toward the next door.“Check the rooms. All of them. Look in, under, around and on top of everything.” Upstairs, Lazarus stumbled toward the front door and stopped in front of the Queen Anne cabinet. This time, he didn’t reach for the stun gun on top, however. He opened the doors and rummaged inside. Kitty stepped up alongside and eyed him with great interest.“I’m going to get you, you bastard!” Dylan’s muffled voice came booming through the floor. Lazarus fumbled around the back panel of the cabinet.
