Being a good half foot taller than her, he easily hopped onto the wall then reached down for the large flashlight. Trading with him, she took the smaller one and shined it behind her and around the area. Nothing but concrete walls all around. Soon he disappeared into the hole, so she hefted herself up onto the wall behind him.
Scooting her legs around, she let them dangle over the edge as she eyed the dim space. The small room was filled with long wooden boxes. Wooden boxes that looked exactly like…
“Shit,” Scott swore, moving closer to one of them. “I was hoping this wasn’t the case.”
Dropping onto the floor, she took a tentative step toward him. “You know what those look like?”
“I’d say coffins, but I really want to be wrong about that. Could be automatic weapons.” He narrowed his eyes, one side of his mouth curling up. “Cause that would be so much better. Only one way to find out,” he said, slipping the end of the crowbar under the wooden top. Shifting his weight, he pushed down, and the wood creaked and lifted. He repeated that a few times then shovedaside the top.
Aah! She jumped back. A skeleton, totally emaciated and picked clean of any flesh, resided inside. Tiny pellets of rodent droppings littered thewooden bottom.
Moving up behind Scott, she shuddered and wrapped her arms around his waist. Right now she didn’t care if they’d broken up. It wasn’t every day you found a dead body in a building you owned.
Scott twisted, kissed her head, and then moved away to examine another one. She backed toward the half wall. As he lifted the crowbar, she said, “Do we have to? I’m gonna take a wild guess and say it’s more of the same.”
Scott cracked open the next one where another dead body rested inside. This one still had a little fabric covering part of it.
“We need to get out of here and tell the police,” Scott said kneeling down near a third box.
Good idea.
“That won’t be happening,” a low voice sounded behind her. Before she could turn, everything went dark.
