A few minutes later, I told Tyler I wanted to show Aidan something downstairs — something I kept in the basement.
Tyler smiled and said he’d be right up after grabbing drinks.
I led the young man down the stairs, let him step through the basement door first, and then, before he could say anything, I pulled the door shut behind him and turned the key in the lock.
“We’re calling the police now,” I said through the door, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’ll explain everything.”
