Spencer was in the old library of the house he was using to hold the children. The door was closed, but it had not blocked the crash that had occurred when Marco had fallen down the stairs, taking the children their breakfast. Now he was listening to the ruckus that was being created as they moved all the children and their beds into one room.
He scowled as he connected his laptop to the internet he had installed in the house. Spencer had anticipated issues because his captives were children. The problem was that he was not expecting them to need anything other than regular food. Now he had to devise a way for three of them to obtain food with blood mixed into it and find members of his group who were willing to donate it to the children to keep them healthy.
Spencer pushed those conce
