We started back toward the hatch, but I stopped before I went down. Something about the room still bothered me, and I could not shake the feeling that we had missed something obvious. Upstairs had been just as useless, full of legal documents, permission papers for opening a stall, and random second-hand junk, which only made the whole place feel more suspicious. Maybe this was not even the right house.
Nah, that did not fit either. The boarded-up door, the locked windows, and the blood all pointed here too clearly for that to make sense.
Then my eyes caught on the table I had searched only minutes earlier.
I raised a hand to stop Ken as he reached for the ladder.
"Wait. Look over here."
He paused and turned toward me with a confused look.
"What is it?"
