Free Bug Out! Part 11: Motorhomes on the Dark Road by Robert Boren Page B

interesting part. Jason Beckler’s family is from the area, and we know that Red Dagger used to hang around there too. Guess what they found in the basement of the farmhouse?”
    “What?” Heidi asked.
    “I’m betting another dungeon,” George said.
    “Yep,” Malcolm said. “Luckily the local sheriff found it before Agent Keith locked things down.”
    “Why didn’t that hit the news reports?” Heidi asked.
    “The FBI sat on it,” Malcolm said.
    “So what do we do now?” Heidi asked.
    “Research,” Malcolm said.
    “What kind of research?” she asked.
    “We know Scotty is into history. He’s continued using markings from the old days even though it’s dangerous for him. He preserved the dungeon here even though it’s risky for him. He knows it’s dangerous for him to come back here, but he’s willing to return to protect this stuff. I think he was planning on locking down the dungeon at the farmhouse, too. Once the real FBI investigators got into the place, they found documentation just like we have here. Movies and other mementoes.”
    “Really?” Heidi asked, eyes wide, fascinated.
    “Yeah, they found things related to Red Dagger, Chet, and several Becklers, including Jason as a young man.”
    “Holy shit,” George said.
    “This tells me his hideout in Ohio probably has historical significance. We need to take a real hard look at serial killer history there.”
    “I’m good at that kind of research,” Heidi said.
    “Yes, you are,” George said.
    “I’ll get right on it,” she said. “Anything about their recent exploits?”
    “I need to get back on it, now that things appear to be settling down a little,” Malcolm said. “We know about the college girls they’ve used and left with markings, and the two women they snatched from the Walmart parking lot who they didn’t use.”
    “Didn’t use?” Heidi asked.
    “Didn’t sexually assault,” Malcolm said.
    “Oh. Yuk.”
    “There are two college girls who disappeared along their route before the massacre, but haven’t shown up yet,” Malcolm said. “It’s been too long for them. I doubt he still has them, so they’ll turn up soon. There was also another coed who disappeared afterwards. She might still be with them, although authorities think her disappearance isn’t related. She had a reason to take off.”
    “What?” Heidi asked.
    “She set up the rape of one of her sorority sisters,” Malcolm said.
    “Wonderful,” Heidi said, shaking her head.
    Malcolm’s phone rang. “It’s Ted,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. He wandered off, talking.
    “You okay?” George asked.
    “Don’t worry about me,” she said, smiling at him. “I find this fascinating. I just don’t want us to get into trouble.”
    Malcolm walked back over, a grim look on his face. “Speak of the devil.”
    “Uh oh,” George said.
    “They found one of the two coeds from before the massacre,” he said. “Her name was Kayla.”
    “Where?” Heidi asked.
    “About two miles away from the farmhouse.”
    “She a normal victim?” George asked.
    “No, she wasn’t,” Malcolm said. “Looks like she died while putting up a fight. The bullet nicked her hand before hitting her in the chest.”
    “But the markings were there?” Heidi asked.
    “Yep,” Malcolm said. “They think she was dead for a while before she got dumped.
And get this.
They think Scotty and Howard killed her in a motor home.”
    “How can they tell?” Heidi asked.
    “She had Luan fibers on her clothes. Looks like they got there when she was dragged out the door,” Malcolm said.
    “What’s Luan?” George asked.
    “I know,” Heidi said. “My dad always called it garbage. It’s a soft, cheap type of wood used in lower end RVs.”
    “Hey, didn’t an eyewitness see a Class C RV near the scene of one of the abductions?” George asked.
    “Yeah, as a matter of fact, but it wasn’t a reliable of a witness,” Malcolm said.
    George saw Kurt over by the door