That’ll be us in a few hours. Andrew looked down the tunnel and squinted. It was hard to make out against the stone, but it looked like a trail of dried blood led to the guy. Andrew rolled him over on his stomach with his stick, then used his stiletto to cut open the bag and spill its contents on the floor. They must have already been picked over; the only things left were some bloodstained clothes.


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    not the time for antisemitism Andrew!” She shouted, red in the face and shaking.