Chapter 4
Jesse handled the oddly ornate doorknob with care. It seemed far too elaborate to belong to the busted door at the warehouse, and yet, he had found it among the boards and slivers, like it was where it was always meant to be. There was some sort of greasy substance coating the bottom of it that he couldn’t identify—but not for lack of trying. Was this the last object Gideon touched before he…
Jesse shivered. Just the thought of the week before sent chills down his spine. Gideon had been firm…Jesse grimaced. Bad choice of words. Gideon was strict about no touching, no contact, nothing that could be distracting or misconstrued.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling—or rather the fervent hope—that whatever was on this misplaced knob would be the way to break down the very tall wall t
