Their next port of call was the uncompleted building, which served as the warehouse of stolen car parts of different makes for sale to second hand spare parts dealers. They walked into the underground and saw their mistakes. The building was in absolute darkness. There was no light. One of them struck a match and the light flickered and went off. But the effect was enough to detect the silhouette of two receding figures at the end of the wall.
Mortuary and Panic ran upstairs and from there, jumped and drove off atop a motorcycle. When Benson heard the sound, he ran upstairs and saw them fled down the street. A policeman aimed at them but Benson stopped him.
“Why boss?” the policeman was disturbed.
“I know where they are running to. Maintain your cool. There are two more sites to raid.”
