The tour would have been in Boston by now. Maybe Toronto, if...

The tour would have been in Boston by now. Maybe Toronto, if time had gotten away more than Josh thought it had. The company would have left New York without him.

He lay on the sofa in the break room with his arm crooked under his head, staring at the acoustic tile ceiling, lousy with hunger as they began in earnest to ration the cans of tuna, granola bars, and boxes of cereal. They hadn’t expected not to find their way out; the museum was sealed.

Josh lived in New York, where that last show had been. After Erica’s pranks — the blood capsule, and then the ransom note and rumor on the same night — the company must have thought he went home to sulk, to not  answer the door or the phone, and abandon the tour. A move like that could ruin his career, brand him a divo; but surely they wouldn’t have given up on him.

Chapter 8 is up now

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