the bird man, told me about a lovely deserted warehouse where we can spend the night. "
"Feel that fog? Well be ice pops by morning," said Spyder.
"Dont worry. Ill read to you," said Shrike. "A good book will always keep you warm. "
Thirteen
Journey Into Fear
Shrike led Spyder up Broadway toward North Beach.
Behind an abandoned furniture warehouse near Battery Street, they ducked through a hole in the hurricane fence and stomped through weeds and smashed glass to the back of the building.
Spyder, who had broken into more than his share of warehouses, spotted a smashed window near a rusting fire escape on the second floor. "Looks like we can get in through an upstairs window," he said to Shrike.
Shrike was feeling her way along the back wall of the warehouse. When she came to a door, she jiggled the knob, but the door was locked.
"Hey, theres an open window," said Spyder.
Shrike kicked in the door with her big boots. Her cane had already flicked up and transformed into a sword. She held it in striking position as she strode into the warehouse. Spyder was impressed, but kept quiet.
"Stay behind me," she whispered.
"Hear anything?
"Rats. People. Shh. "
The interior of the warehouse was a black hole decorated with a few grimed windows inlaid with chicken wire and decorated with graffiti. Shrike moved cautiously, but quickly, seemingly sensing where the trash and broken furniture lay and avoiding it. Spyder stumbled along behind her trying to keep up.
"Is it all open down here or are there any rooms?" Shrike asked him.
Spyder tried to see as deeply as po
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