as the officers exchanged a glance. A sense of urgency filled the room as they realized there was more to the story than anyone had imagined.
“Let’s check the basement,” the taller officer suggested, his voice steady. “If there’s a hollow space, there might be more beneath.”
Reluctantly, Son and Han followed the officers down the creaky wooden stairs, Ink leading the pack, his claws clicking against the steps. The basement was damp, with a musty odor that hung heavy in the air. Shadows danced across the walls as the officers flicked on their flashlights, illuminating cobwebs and forgotten storage boxes.
