Faraday asked. Sutcliffe pulled his head away from the cold steel door. “I can’t hear anything, but I don’t think he’s got the strength to climb out of the elevator. Did you see the state of him?” “Who do you think he was?” she said, joining him at the door. “You don’t think it was Keith by any chance?” “No, I would’ve been able to tell if it was. I would go out and speak to him, but I’m worried he might shoot me.” “Don’t, stay here. It’s too risky.” Once again, the room fell spookily silent. Hennessey, Faraday, Sutcliffe and Matthews listened for the sound of movement, a moan, anything to indicate if the man was still out there. The silence was unbearable. Sutcliffe didn’t dare open the door and check. He didn’t feel that the man was out to hurt anyone, but he couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t. Then…boom…and a reverberating after-sound from outside. Even from inside the room, they sensed the full force of the discharge. The man had fired his pistol.
