Chapter - 290
The world returned in a wave of crushing, silent pressure. Rick's first sensation was the ringing in his ears, a high-pitched, solid-state whine that drowned out all other sound. His second was the taste of burnt chemicals, ozone, and concrete dust. His third was the weight of a dozen boxes and a very pissed-off cop on top of him.
"Ugh… get… off… me…" Sharon's voice was a muffled groan beneath him.
He pushed a smoking, melted flatscreen TV off his back and rolled, coughing. The air in the container was a thick, black, unbreathable soup of smoke and pulverized debris. Her flashlight, cracked but miraculously functional, flickered on, cutting a weak, hazy beam through the oppressive darkness.
They were in a heap, buried in the wreckage of Nadia's treasure trove. The metal shelves had collapsed. Designer suits, boxes of electronics, and scattered, priceless gems were mixed with the shattered remains of the Rolex display.
