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“You should tell her,” Will shrugged.
“You ever tell your ex-wife?” Tina asked, raising her brow in question. “It’s the same reason as mine.”
Will chuckled, “touché.”
Delia looked towards the metal door that wasn’t completely closed; a dim light shone through the crack. “We going in?”
Tina looked at her, “we have no other choice. It’s either we do this willingly or we wake up with a pounding headache, strapped to a chair.”
“I’d rather not have a headache, thanks,” Will muttered, brushing Delia aside and opening the metal door, hearing the creak echo through the darkness.
Walking inside, “this place looks to be almost completely gutted,” Tina whispered, squinting her eyes to try and make out what was down the hallway.
“Just keep your eyes open,” Delia said, turning around and looking down the other way. “There obviously isn’t just one person involved in this.”
“Especially now,” Will added, opening up another pathway. “No person would want to face 3 trained profilers by themselves.”
“Then there are at least 3 people here,” Tina muttered, fixed on a shining object swinging. “Do you guys see that?”
“What?” Will asked, coming behind the blonde and looking down the same dark hallway.
“Something is sparkling…” Tina softly spoke, watching the object swing back and forth.
“Which way should we go?” Delia asked, still staring down the opposite end of the long narrow hallway.
“This may sound stupid,” Tina mumbled, “but I think we have to split up.”
“What?” Will asked, shaking his head. “Nah- that’s a terrible idea.”
“I think she is right,” Delia said, pointing to the wall. “My name is here.”
Tina turned around to see Delia’s name printed on the concrete wall. Turning around, she saw her own name written on a brick, swinging in the window.
Will turned around to hear the door creak open and noticed his name spray-painted on the floor, “Ah-shit.”
“Look, if anything happens we can just call one another, okay?” Tina asked, already walking down the hallway. “I have a feeling this isn’t the spot.”
Will and Delia nodded, “careful, Ken! You’re his primary target,” Will shouted before walking into his door.
Delia took a deep breath and turned around, “this is just perfect…” she mumbled, shaking her head before disappearing in the darkness.