Chapter 9
There wasn’t a chance Mark was going to be able to make Billy Jo leave. She stood there, and he was still trying to get his head around what he was seeing. She took his flashlight from his hand and stepped closer to the clothes on the cement floor.
“Billy Jo, don’t touch,” was all he said to her as he glanced over to the ladder, seeing the light his brother was shining down.
“What’s going on, Mark?” Chris called out, and for a second he didn’t know if he could find the words.
“I need some light down here,” he said. “There are some kids’ clothes and locked doors, a kind of dungeon or something. I don’t know what the hell Kyle was up to. There seems to be tunneling. I see padlocks on doors…”
“Mark, take this flashlight, and I’ll see if I can find a generator,” Chris said, hold
