I just wish that he had seen it happen. 1 DREAMLANDS MASON THE lower levels of Boylston Street were a charnel house. The blast doors to the secure underground section of the building had reopened on their own after slamming shut when something down there had set off the alarm a couple of hours ago. A truly freaky experience, if you asked me, even in my line of work. No one asked. I went down there with my partner, Wolf Dieter, and a couple of the other Global International Trouble Consultant strike teams along with Jim Murphy, our fearless leader. Murphy looked like he should be an Irish cop in Victorian Boston, and he had all the prejudices they had too, from what I’ve found out over the years. It was part of the reason he didn’t like me, because I was one of the “colored” people. The other part was because I had been in prison. Asshole. We were all armed to the teeth, so I wasn’t too worried about monsters. I was more worried about the blast doors slamming down again and not opening this time.
