“Come on,” Derrick said standing and taking Victoria by the hand.
“Where are we going?”
“To my place. You want answers and I think I know how to get them.”
“What is this?” Victoria asked, peering through the glass of the door in Derrick’s basement. “Derrick? We can’t…”
“We can and we will,” he said, pushing through the door and into the room. The man dangling from the wall looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching.