Page 156 of Property of Bob

That only made them laugh harder.

I wrapped an arm around Ramona and pulled her against my side. “You good?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Shut up.”

I kissed the side of her head. “You’re cute when you’re scared.”

“I will shove you into Gary.”

“Gary’s two rooms back,” I pointed out.

“I’ll drag your ass back there.”

I laughed again.

My throat pulled. I stopped and rubbed the scar.

Ramona immediately noticed, and her eyes narrowed. “Karma for scaring me.” She did reach up and gently rub the scar. “Are you okay?”

I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I’m good, doll.”

She just slipped her hand into mine, and I squeezed it.

The farther we went, the more relaxed everyone became.

Nothing was wrong.

Skull and Prime checked doors. I checked cameras. Pearl and Shay fucked with each other every chance they got. McKayla asked actual questions about how the attraction worked. Ramona touched nothing after the fake hand incident.

We made it through most of the public part of the attraction without finding anything.

“Back section,” Skull said.

The girls followed us through a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY.

Ramona looked around. “Now this is disappointing.”

The walls back here were plain plywood. Shelves held boxes of props, extra masks, fake weapons, extension cords, cleaning supplies, and enough fake blood to make an actual serial killer jealous.

“Were you hoping for Gary’s brother to be back here?” I asked.

Ramona rolled her eyes. “Anything but hands that grab when I’m walking.”

We moved farther along the small corridor, and Skull walked ahead of us.

There were two storage rooms back here, a maintenance closet, and another exit that led around the side of the building.

I checked the first storage room. Nothing.

Window.

Door.

Ceiling.