Page 83 - Self Talk

The stairs were narrow and uneven. I felt around for a light switch as I stumbled down the steps, but no luck. I only needed to stay down here five minutes. That's all Joe and Tony said it would take for the counter guy to come looking for me. They didn't tell me I'd be waiting to make my move in this rat hole.
The bathroom door scraped the concrete floor as I fumbled with the latch. A boarded up basement window let in just enough light to see that the health department hadn't visited this place lately. The filthy toilet had no seat, the sink dripped rusty water and one of those plunger things leaned on the wall next to it.
I checked my watch. Three minutes to get ready. I reached in my backpack and pulled out a foot-long flashlight with a four-inch head.