I immediately veered toward the back door, but Josephine continued on the way we came in so I followed. I have to admit I was feeling quite disillusioned and wondered how we were ever going to track Jack down.

When we emerged into the dark lobby, it was empty. So was the theater. At least, mostly. Josephine drew a breath and grasped my hand, squeezing hard. I turned to ask her what was wrong when I smelled it.

Kerosene. A large quantity of it had spilled somewhere ...