Page 16 of A Reaper's Devotion
Chapter Five
Luke Smith’s houselooked completely normal on the outside.
Cyrus and Daniel, along with Hank, were the ones that had volunteered to go to his property.He lived on a quiet street.It was past eight-thirty by the time they arrived.There were not a lot of cars in the driveways, and there were a few kids on the way to school.
“Anyone else feeling like this is creepy as fuck?”Hank asked.
Cyrus nodded his head, and Daniel had Luke’s keys, so they made their way to his house and let themselves in.
Once inside, Cyrus pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.Daniel had already been driving in his, and Hank also quickly pulled on a pair.
They closed the main door.The house smelled like any other house.
“Is it me that thinks houses with men who steal young women should smell differently?”Cyrus asked.
“Come on, let’s see if this is his first time doing this,” Daniel said.
“You think this is his first time?”Hank asked.
“It could be.”
Cyrus wrinkled his nose.“Nah, I don’t think it is.The man looked too confident.”
“Do you think he takes women regularly?”Hank asked.
“Guys, just focus.We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”
Cyrus moved from room to room.He had a small dining room, kitchen, and a study.There was nothing out of place.The home was nice and neat.He doubled back and made his way to the kitchen, then he stood staring at the three doors that all seemed aligned together.One was the back door leading out into the garden.The other was a small pantry.There were several locks on the middle door, which made it stand out.He stood staring at it and started to unlock each one.As he did so, Hank joined him.
“Yeah, that shit isn’t spooky at all.”
There was no sign of Daniel.The door opened outward, and there was a light switch, which Cyrus flicked on.There was a glow from what looked like a basement.
“Fucking weird,” Hank said.
Cyrus took the lead and made his way downstairs, and as he did, he knew Luke had done this before.
The basement was a makeshift prison.There was a bed in the corner.The window had been blackened, but there were pieces of furniture lined up on shelves, and he saw them labeled, “Rewards.”
“Holy fuck,” Hank said.
