A message, indecipherable to the untrained ear, crackled on Joe’s radio. Something about incidents and public unrest around a building on the back streets. Some kind of funhouse. He stepped up his pace, muttering about carnival incomers messing up his patch.
Even with the limited description Joe knew he had found the right place, it was quiet at the moment but this was the place. He pushed the door that opened easily and stepped inside.
It took a while for Joe’s eyes to adjust to the gloom inside. He was standing at one end of a long corridor with regularly spaced doors on either wall. Joe’s instincts were on full alert, this place was trouble, but there was no way he was calling for backup he would sort this out his way. He weighed up his options and heard manic laughter that was clearly emanating from the far end of the corridor. He pulled his Colt 45 from its holster and, treading lightly, moved forward. His gun was not exactly regulation issue but it was a m