The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Four

‘Bloody hell, can’t you get a move on? This ain’t a knitting club, you know.’

Lori spun the dial to the right, all the way until it clicked to a halt.

‘You sure you know what you’re doing?’ Tony said, standing over her. ‘Time is short, young lady. The clock’s ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock.’

Lori turned the dial back, her ear against the safe door.

‘What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, has it?’ Tony said. ‘Mind you, that’s the effect Mr Jakel has on most people. Bit of a shock when you first see him, isn’t it?’

Lori focused on the tiny clicks as she rotated the dial.

The flare of a match being struck, Tony’s deep, contented sigh, the smell of the tobacco.