The suburban night was very quiet, Chester Hanson sat in the car; he didn't follow Adam out of the vehicle.
Leaning against the driver's seat, he smoked one cigarette after another, his gaze dark and unfocused.
In the flickering glow of the cigarette, the man's grim features were reflected, as he stared at the rearview mirror, watching Adam enter the underground tunnel...
The tunnel was pitch black, but Adam carried a bright, rechargeable LED light that instantly illuminated the entire tunnel clearly.
She walked forward, and after about five or six minutes, she finally stopped in front of a secret room. The door of the room was made of solid metal, painted a dark green. The paint was almost entirely peeled off, mottled and spotty.
Under the night lights, it was especially eerie, like a devil with its gaping maw wide open, as if ready to swallow a person whole.
