Where Serpents Tread chapter 5
The door burst open as Henry and the sheriff rushed into the dark hotel. They were slightly relieved to see Cameron sitting up on the floor. He was holding up some kind of dart in his hand, which had a leather ball on the end. "I'm almost getting used to this," Cameron said sarcastically, giving the dart a withering look. "What happened?" the sheriff asked quickly. Cameron stood up. "Somebody were snoopin' in the back room. I almost caught em' when Poky here had to butt in," Cameron said, handing the dart to the sheriff. "Ok, it isn't very poky... But it don't need to be sharp to hurt!" Cameron said. "Knock-out dart," sheriff said, handing the dart to Henry. Henry examined it briefly, and nodded. "I'll look around for some clues," the sheriff said, walking into the back room. Henry turned to Cameron. "Seems like those snakes don't like you around that much," he said. "I noticed," Cameron said. Henry chuckled a little, then went to join the sheriff. Cameron followed. "Nothin'" the sheriff told them. He turned to Cameron and asked, "Could you tell what direction the dart came from?" Cameron walked over to the place he had stood not long ago, and positioned himself the way he was just before the dart was fired. He thought hard, and spun slowly to the right, pointing to the direction it came from. The sheriff and Henry looked at him blankly. Cameron was pointing at a blank wall.