It was dark in the tunnel and Chris had to use the flashlight on his phone to see where he was going. It wasn't high enough for Chris or Buck to stand up properly, but Ezra could. The width of the tunnel was about as wide as Josiah if not a couple of inches more. Roots stuck out from the sides and a wooden beam would have them sucking in their guts to squeeze pass.

"They seriously got him all the way down here?" Chris whispered.

"Not everyone is as tall as you and Mr. Wilmington."

"They are carrying a body with them. It's got to be difficult to maneuver him in here." Buck pointed out.

"Won't need to if they cut him into smaller pieces." Ezra said dismissively. "Just putting it out there that these people didn't really think in terms of the future."

Chris shushed him when they got closer to the end. It took him a while to find an exit, and then a great deal of pushing to lift the heavy door up so he could see outside. Ezra was tempted to jab a finger in Chris's side as he was left open with partially climbing the walls to see.

"Nothing out there." He reported before pushing harder and pulling himself up. The room Chris found himself in looked similar to the one they had just left. This one however didn't have the table and rug covering the floor trap door. It also had a fire lit in the fireplace. He listened for about a minute before signaling to the others it was clear. Buck climbed out easily enough with Ezra, who was shorter, having the hardest time. Once they were all up, Chris moved to look out the window. What he saw was a normal looking front yard among the woods. A garage was to the side and was empty. A woman was outside on a phone talking to someone. She had her back to the house, pacing every now and then. Buck told Chris to keep an eye on the door while he and Ezra explored the house. Buck was growing frustrated when he couldn't find any evidence of there being a kidnapped person there. Ezra was busily brushing the dirt off his clothes to take notice.

"Would you please pay attention. You can worry about your clothes later, Standish."

"Speaks a man who cares little for his own." Ezra murmured before looking around the room himself. There were books that interested him, along with antiques that went back several decades. Continuing to another room, he looked for anything out of place. He thought about what he'd do and where he'd keep a hidden room.

Buck came into the room he had just finished clearing.

"Well?"

"He's not here."

"Damn." Buck cursed under his breath.

"What I mean to say is, the victim is likely not in the house, therefore I'm guessing the victim is held somewhere in the garage."

"The garage?"

"Yes. They are novices when it comes to this sort of thing. Usually a garage is used for their work place. Possibly the woman outside knows nothing about it and her husband is the serial killer. Women rarely go into old garages because men claim it as their sacred place."

"What about the tunnel?" Chris asked.

Ezra shrugged, "Some places have secret passage ways. Don't see how she hasn't come across it. Also, she might be the one utilizing it more because of her stature."

"So, what now? Do we just go outside or wait?" asked Chris impatiently.

"We can find a back window to exit and slip pass her." Buck suggested.

Chris frowned as he continued to watch the woman, "That won't be a problem. She's heading into the garage." He turned back to Ezra with a pointed look, "What's that about women not going in garages?"

"I said rarely. There are exceptions."

The three exited the house and made their way to the side of the garage. They stayed as quiet as they could and slipped in. It was empty.

"Do you think she saw us?" asked Buck in a whisper.

"Hardly." Chris muttered and searched for a hidden door.

Towards the back, there was a tool box perfectly placed to hide it.

Buck kept it open while the other two went in first.

Travis opened his eyes, trying to get them to focus. He had heard the door trying to be opened and he needed to be ready to fight. The drug however was keeping him from moving. Signals from his brain to get his limbs moving did absolutely nothing. The banging became louder before the chair finally gave way. Orrin was able to shift his head towards the door and roll slightly on his side to see the woman step into the room.

"Seriously, there's no reason to prolong the inevitable. I promise to make you into a lovely roast."

"Roast this bitch." Came a male voice and then a gun went off.

Travis's vision was still blurred and he couldn't make out much of the shapes, but he did see one shape fall to the ground.

"Room secured." Came the voice again.

"Get the doctor down here." Came another.

"Anything to escape this filthy room." Drawled someone. One of the shapes stepped closer to him and he tried to push himself away.

"No worries, chief director. You're safe now. Help is coming."

"Who…who are you?"

"Who we are is not important." Clipped the growling man who shot the woman. He was obviously still hovering over the body. Was she not dead?

"Today we are good Samaritans." Came the friendlier voice.

That was answered by a snort from the other, "Do-gooders don't expect something in return."

"You want money then?"

"Spoken like a real ass. 'Do we want money?' We ain't some charity case."

"If you're done, you can secure the area to make sure there aren't any surprises."

"What about her?"

"The cops can deal with her."

Chris nodded and went to go find Ezra. When he didn't see the man outside on the phone, he went back into the house. The trapdoor was open and he called inside.

"I'm here." Came Ezra's drawl.

Chris dropped down into the tunnel.

"Didn't know you weren't that lazy."

"On the contrary, I'd prefer not to trapes through trenches. However, my phone is currently on data right now and I do not plan on wasting it on something as trivial as calling the others up." Ezra sighed as he pushed himself pass one of the wooden beams and was slowly followed by Chris.

"You just want to escape from me pointing out that I have one kill to your none."

"If you are following me for monetary purposes, then you have to reference the fact that the bet was called off by Mr. Wilmington. Considering you killed the only possible target, being the first in the room, I'd say the odds were significantly in your favor."

"If you can't pay me then just say so." Chris chuckled.

Ezra threw him a glare, "I do not squander my earnings by guzzling copious amounts of alcohol like you."

"Fine, we don't have to use money then. How about kills?"

"You mean for me to sacrifice my privileges for a month? You must think me mad!"

"We get two now for saving the director. That means you have an extra one."

"It's not over. The report said there were more than just the one."

"In three months, whoever gets the most kills from these serial killers."

"Deal."