Nolan Morrison's thoughts were simple: either you kill her, or I kill you!
Or, you don't lay a finger on her; otherwise... I'll make you regret it forever.
As he neared the place, he made several phone calls consecutively.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a plain residential building by the street, and he pushed the door open to enter.
Mrs. Johns was holding Mrs. Morrison captive here. There were many residents around, normally making this an unsuitable place to hide someone, yet... she did exactly this, and the people he sent to search didn't come this way.
The bedroom had a basement, and Nolan Morrison circled the room, finding the entrance to the basement.
A long, narrow staircase, dark and damp, like a road leading to the darkest depths of the human heart; the deeper you go, the filthier it becomes.
