It's been fifteen minutes and the lads have turned the place upside down.
They've checked under every known crevice they've came across in the place.
Nothing has shown up.
Exhausted and still disorientated, Sad Boy falls onto the sofa. His head's spinning like mad.
The ceiling is a merry-go-round.
Darren sits down below him. "Where IS the bag? We've checked everywhere. Even outside."
Sad Boy thinks for a moment, envisioning the scene in his blurry mess. "T' dog kennel?"
"Aye."
"Bedrooms?"
"Aye. Elle even checked."
"Bathroom?"
"Aye."
"Cellar?"
"Aye."
"Kitchen?"
"Aye."
"Lounge?"
"We're there now."
"T' basement."
Darren shakes his head. "If it was down there, the men woulda set Donny free by now."
A lightbulb flashes across Sad Boy's mind. "We haven't checked one place, though."
