We eased up to the granite rock and found nothing of interest, especially booby traps or bombs. “This is pretty good,” I said as I rapped three times at the mid-point of the tall fake rock, then twice at the bottom. Slowly I turned the rock towards the west. It moved easily and with no noise like it was on a well-oiled pivot. “Sweet,” I heard Kalvin say as he watched from behind Cleo.
All three of us moved down the stairs and at the bottom, I saw a pully handle that closed the stairs up....