Chapter 46

For an instant the silence remained absolute, as if the shot had somehow silenced all life within the building. Even Corriston's breathing was affected by it, so that for an instant he remained like a man horror-blasted into immobility, frozen, a statue with waxen features and widely dilated eyes. Then, abruptly, he ceased to be a statue. He broke into a run, heading for the door from which the shot had come. He came to the door and saw that it did not slide open on a panel. It was massive, with a knob jutting out …