AARON KICKED AT A STACK of something that sat on the floor next to a desk, it was paperwork of some kind, but the light was too dim for him to see what, and he didn’t care anyway. He had no interest in paperwork, least of all paperwork from a business that had been closed for years.
“I thought you said we’d find some good s**t lying around,” he said accusingly to Jamie as the stack of paperwork, dry and brittle from its long years of abandonment, exploded into fragments that rose up to fill the dusty air of the office he was exploring with his friends. “There’s nothing here but rubbish, old rubbish.”
“I think it’s pretty interesting,” Matt said as he continued to search through the drawers of the desks in the office, piling up an assortment of knick-knacks left by the people who used to
