I brushed the hair out of my eyes and my grip tightened on my shotgun, ready to send a screaming fast slug flying through a Someone’s forehead.

That’d never work, anyway.

I walked through the parking tunnel, and I saw a black umbrella blow over to my feet out of nowhere.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to shake off my sense of approaching doom.

Maybe it was just there and a breeze blew it…no

There was no way there was a breeze. I could tell by the dead-still air as well as the deafening silence that was broken by every step that I make with each step like a potential countdown clock to my death.

I picked up the umbrella.

“I do believe that is mine, Mr. Mortimer.”