“Good. Slowly, nerves as tight as bowstrings, she swept the weakening beam across the floor. Heart racing, ready to bolt, she tried to convince herself there was no one in the vault, no one but her and her own pounding pulse. She was wrong. A skeleton lay stretched upon a slab – a woman, she guessed, from its small size and the rotting nightgown and dark clumps of hair. “Oh, dear God.” The corpse had been here a while – teeth.”
