If she and Jason were going to strike, now seemed to be the time.
Jason turned toward her. “Shall we?”
Olive didn’t have to think about her answer. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 58
Guns in hand, Olive and Jason hurried to the storm shelter. A lock held the doors together. It only took Olive a few seconds to pick it and throw the doors open.
She stared inside the opening.
A set of winding metal steps led down a dark stairway.
She had a feeling nothing good happened down here.
“Let me go first,” Jason said.
Though Olive was officially the investigator in this case, she appreciated his gallant offer. She didn’t argue with him. Jason knew what he was doing also.
As he took the first step, dim lights flickered on overhead. Clearly, they were activated by motion.
Olive followed behind him, closing the doors as she did.
When she reached the bottom, she expected to see a rustic old storm cellar.
She should have known better.
More dim lights buzzed overhead, illuminating the transformed space.
The floor was polished concrete. The walls had been painted a light gray. Numerous computers were set up on tables around the perimeter.
“What is this place?” Jason murmured as he shoved his gun back into the holster.
Olive’s gaze focused on the computer screens in front of them.
A live feed from Rebecca and Matt’s house played.
The couple stood in their living room, appearing to argue about something.
Olive felt intrusive watching them.
Yet at the same time she couldn’t pull her gaze away.
“I almost wish I could hear what they’re arguing about,” Olive muttered as she stared at the screen.
Jason stepped closer to the computers and nudged the mouse.
A second later, voices came through the speakers.
Guilt flooded Olive a moment, but she tried to ignore it.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Matt said.
“We have no choice at this point. We’re in too deep.”
Matt dropped onto the couch. “I’m exhausted. And paranoid all the time. I can’t continue to live this lie!”
So they actually had a guilty conscience about this.