There was a long dirt corridor on the other side, stretching off into the darkness, at least twenty foot long. Logan stepped inside. The floor was almost shiny, worn with years of use. He swung the door back and forth on its hinges a couple of times. No sound. Not even a creak. Alec stumbled through the piles of mouldering boxes and peered over Logan's shoulder. 'What?' The corridor had a strange smell - not the rancid tang of rendered tallow, but something cloying and floral. Air freshener, or incense. Logan ran his torch along the corridor's rough walls. 'Get back up the stairs and call Faulds. Get him and Jackie over here now.' 'What is it?' But Logan was already creeping forwards into the dark, telling himself that he was just going to the end of this bit and no further. Just in case. Twenty yards in and the tunnel took a sharp right turn. He eased himself up to the edge and peered round the corner. Another short length of corridor had been dug out of the dirt, but this one had a blanket, or a curtain draped over the end, forming a makeshift door. It was probably nothing ... these houses had been here for decades. Since the 1890s at least. This could be an old air-raid shelter, or somewhere to hide an illicit still.... Whatever it was, Logan was not going in there on his own. When the voice sounded at his shoulder he nearly screamed. 'They're on their way over.' Alec whispered, camera at the ready. 'You think this is where he keeps them?' 'We'll find out when Faulds and Jackie get here.' Alec nodded, looked around, then said,'Sure you don't want to take a quick peek?' 'Certain.' 'But what if PC Munro's in there? Shouldn't we be, you know, saving her?' 'Go charging into an unknown area with no backup and no plan? You mad?' The cameraman pursed his lips and made sooking noises. 'They'd do it if this was a film. Don't you want to be the hero? Ride in on your dirty big horse and save the damsel in distress in the nick of time?' Logan stared at him. 'And get her, you, or me killed in the process? We're waiting till Faulds and Jackie get here and that's final.' 'You don't have to--' 'Shhhhh ... did you hear that?' A woman's voice. Muffled somewhere on the other side of the curtain. Bloody hell. And then a scream for help. Oh shit ... Logan pulled out his little cannister of pepper spray and charged through the curtain into a low room: chest freezers on one side and--
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