We walked past three more closed doors without even stopping. Then there was a long interval on the wall before the next one. Only this door was open.
Warren and I both stopped and looked at one another. Then we looked into the darkness of the room beyond the doorway and shined our lights into it. There was nothing to see close to the entrance. For what seemed like hours we said nothing. Then I told him to run back and get the rest of our team while I waited there for them.
He double-checked that I’d wait right there, and I assured him I would. So off he went, at a fast trot. It wasn’t hard to backtrack, just follow the trail we’d made in the dust.
Gullible fool. I waited till I could no longer see the beam of his flashlight, then headed into the room beyond the open door.
Brave Tamara
