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Drinks and snacks on me, apparently. Chow down, guys."
"I'm a little more interested in finding a phone," I said. "And figuring out if that open front door means someone's here."
"Nah," Corey said. "They were so eager to get out of this dump that they forgot to lock up Sunday night."
"Hmm."
I walked behind the counter. Tucked beside the cash register was a folded newspaper. Beside it rested a paper cup of coffee. I touched the cup.
"Cold?" Daniel said.
"Not hot."
He reached over, pulled off the lid, and stuck his finger in the coffee.
"Warmer than room temperature," he said. He flipped over the paper to check the date. "Today's."
"I don't see a bathroom," Corey said. "Maybe he's outside, taking a leak."
Kenjii let out a sharp bark.
"Sounds like someone found him."
He walked to the front door. When it didn't open, he put his shoulder into it and pushed.
"Um, try the handle," Hayley said.
"Um, there isn't one."
Corey was right. It was the kind you pushed open from the inside, in case your arms were loaded with supplies. He hit it harder. It didn't budge.
Daniel went over and they both heaved on it. The door groaned, but didn't open. "Is anyone else getting concerned?" Hayley said.