to ask any more questions.
They were standing ten feet from the entrance to the site.
It was time to climb inside.
8
Due to the instability of the terrain, the fifteen-foot extension ladder did not lean against the sides of the hole. Instead, the ladder was attached to scaffolding on the floor of the bunker. The last thing they wanted was for the ground to open any wider and swallow another victim.
‘Coming down,’ Kaiser yelled as his feet clanked on the aluminium steps. At the bottom, he was greeted by a sixth guard, who was positioned underground just in case intruders slipped past everyone else and tried to raid the site.
‘You’re next,’ Payne said to Jones. ‘I’m fifty pounds heavier and the ground is unstable.’
Jones nodded and carefully approached the opening. As he did, his heart pounded in his chest. Not from fear of the unknown but for the promising possibilities. The last time he had felt this way was in Greece, right before they had found the treasure that had changed his life for ever. Until then he had been making a decent living, running a detective agency out of free office space at the Payne Industries Building. A solid life, for sure, but not nearly as exciting as he had hoped it would be. Then again, compared to his time with the MANIACs, what could possibly compete? In many ways, he felt like a star athlete who had been forced to retire at the height of his career. No matter what he did to stay near the game – coaching, scouting or broadcasting – the thrill just wasn’t the same as it was in his former life.
But moments like this came close.
Grabbing the ladder with his right hand, Jones stretched his left leg over the opening and placed his foot on the metal step. A moment later, his second foot followed. As it did, the top of the ladder rattled and swayed. Not enough to be dangerous, but more than enough to get his attention. While waiting for the ladder to settle, Jones peered into the dark void below. A single beam of light danced underneath him, revealing nothing but a glimpse of the bunker’s floor. It looked old and dusty, like a pharaoh’s tomb.
‘Hurry up,’ Payne urged. ‘It’s getting darker by the minute.’
‘Trust me, Jon, it doesn’t matter. It’s like a black hole down there.’
‘Speaking of black a-holes, what are you waiting for?’
Jones smiled. ‘I’m waiting for the ladder to settle.’
Payne rolled his eyes. ‘And you wonder why I normally go first.’
‘You know, if I were you, I’d want to stay on my good side.’
‘Why’s that?’
‘I’ll be invisible in the dark.’
‘Great! We can play Marco Polo without closing our eyes,’ Payne teased, referring to the children’s game. ‘Now hurry the fuck up and climb down the ladder.’
Jones laughed as he started his descent. When he reached the bottom, he pulled out his flashlight and flicked it on. Thirty seconds later, Payne was standing next to him, doing the same thing. Suddenly the room around them came into view.
At first glance, nothing about it seemed remarkable. Eleven feet long and twenty feet wide, the chamber’s walls and floor were made of white concrete. Over the years, cracks had formed in two of the walls, allowing moisture to seep in. The tiny fissures were surrounded by patches of lime-green mildew that appeared to move in the light like something from science fiction or something from outer space. On closer examination, Jones realized it was simply an optical illusion – light refracting off different surfaces – yet the effect was still creepy.
‘Take a look at this,’ Payne said from the other side of the room.
Jones whirled and spotted him behind the scaffolding. He was crouched down, examining a large object wrapped in a plastic sheet. ‘What is it?’
‘The murder weapon.’
‘The what?’ Jones asked, confused. A few steps later, he saw the face of the dead boar pressed against the plastic, its bloodstained tusks poking through. ‘Holy balls! Look at that thing. It’s huge!’
‘It’s the biggest boar I’ve ever seen.’
Jones knelt next to it and patted its side. Even though it was wrapped in plastic, the scent of death lingered in the air. Grabbing one of its tusks, he said, ‘This little piggy had roast beef.’
Payne smiled. ‘No wonder the other piggy had none. This one ate the whole cow.’
Jones laughed. ‘Hey Kaiser, is this why we’re here? To see the nursery rhyme pig? If so, we’re a little late. No way Hogzilla is going to market. He’s a little too ripe.’
‘Actually,’ Kaiser said from the far corner, ‘I brought you down here for this.’
Payne stood. ‘For what?’
‘For the other room.’
Jones stood, too. ‘There’s another room?’
Kaiser nodded, and then twisted a small handle in the wall. Made of metal, the recessed lever had been painted white to conceal its existence. Intrigued, Payne and Jones shone their lights in the corner and watched in amazement as a door suddenly appeared in the concrete.
One moment, it looked solid. The next, there was a slight opening.
‘How’d we miss that?’ Jones whispered.
Payne shrugged and walked forward to examine it.
In a brightly lit space, the doorway would have been easy to spot. But years of dirt and mildew, coupled with the gloom of the underground lair, had obscured its presence. Not only to Payne and Jones, but to Kaiser, too. On his first visit, it had taken him an hour to notice it.
Kaiser said, ‘I’m pretty sure this back room was a bomb shelter.’
‘Why do you say that?’ Payne asked.
‘Feel this sucker. It’s solid concrete. Doors like this are built for two reasons: safes and shelters. And since there isn’t a lock, I’m guessing it’s not a safe.’
Payne knocked on the door, impressed. ‘What’s back there?’
‘A tunnel, then a room.’
Payne glanced at the ladder to get his bearings. ‘Unless I’m mistaken, the tunnel goes underneath the rock face. That’s the best place to build a bunker. Use the mountain instead of concrete. Much cheaper that way.’
Kaiser leaned against the door, but it barely budged. ‘If you don’t mind, can you give me a hand? This thing weighs a ton.’
‘No problem. I like helping the elderly.’
Payne smiled and pushed the door with all his strength. Slowly but surely, it swung open from left to right until it crashed into the tunnel wall behind it. Made of concrete and painted the same colour as the first chamber, the arched corridor was nearly six feet wide and seven feet high, and it stretched twenty-two feet into the mountain. At the far end of the passageway, there was another thick door. In between, there was nothing but concrete and empty space.
No lights. No signs. No markings of any kind.
‘Thanks,’ Jones said as he slipped past Payne. ‘I knew we brought you for a reason.’
‘Please, after you,’ he mumbled sarcastically. ‘Really, I insist.’
Jones grinned in the dark as he took the lead. Guided by his flashlight, he studied the tunnel’s construction as he moved towards the back room. ‘Notice anything about the walls?’
‘Not really,’ Payne said. ‘Then again, you’re blocking my view.’
Jones answered his own query. ‘They’re spotless. No mildew or cracks of any kind. Whoever built this section did a much better job. Then again, that makes sense if the next room is a bomb shelter – although I’m beginning to have some doubts.’
‘Why’s that?’ Kaiser asked from the rear.
‘As far as I can tell, there’s no ventilation.’
Kaiser nodded. ‘Actually, you’re right. Not a single vent anywhere. I checked.’
Payne stopped and shone his flashlight at Kaiser. ‘No vents? There
Kaiser smiled cryptically. ‘You’re about to find out.’
