The Doorbell Rang
“Faulty wiring,” he whispered in a last-ditch effort to calm himself down. He told himself, yet again, that it was nothing and there were no threats to worry about. He walked back upstairs and into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water to calm himself down with when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. What could be going on now?
Meet Mr. Rudall
A man who was going by the name of Mr. Rudall was standing at the door in front of Christopher. He explained to him that the real estate agent contacted him and he wanted to know more information about what was going on at the property. He wanted Christopher to show him the mine and wanted to see exactly what he explained to the agent on the phone earlier.