I handed it over, and Jenks stumbled at the weight. His head thunked into the wall of the narrow hallway.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, crashing into the opposite wall when he overcompensated.

“I’m all right!” he said quickly, waving off any help. “I’m all right. Sweet mother of Tink, the damn walls are so close! It’s like walking in a freaking anthill.

Auteur: Kim Harrison