"Where is that song coming from?" I whispered.

Travis pointed to one of the metal drawers on the wall. The song was coming from inside.

"Is that a dead person's ring tone?" I hissed.

"Who would be calling a dead person?" Travis took a step toward the ringing drawer.

I grasped his arm to stop him. "It's locked, remember? Besides, the dead person in there probably has eight legs."

"I seriously doubt it." Gently, he pulled away from me and reached for the ...