Chapter 30

The corridor felt like the neck of a bottle, and Jake was the cork. On one side, Randall Hale loomed as a mountain of traumatized meat, his Krav Maga stance a jarring contrast to his monstrous proportions. On the other, the plushie monster stood with its stitched grin and hollow eyes, its nonsensical babbling echoing off the damp walls. Victor Vance lingered in the periphery, a silent spider-thing clinging to the shadows, watching the two apex predators prepare to tear each other apart with Jake...