"You have a set of open tunnels under a prison?" Sky snapped.
"They're not open, my dear." The smugness oozed out of him like oil. "A very large, thick steel door bars the way. And there's no prisoner in existence that has ever gotten even close to it. And even if they did, the exit is sealed with a three foot concrete wall."
"How long is the tunnel?" I asked
"Two miles, it ends near a selection of woodland."
"Why would the original architects have built a two mile tunnel under the prison?" Olivia asked.
"The tunnel was designed to move people in and out of the prison in a discreet manner. There are rooms down there where they used to torture people, and the tunnel made it easier to dispose of the bodies."
"Can you show us the way?" Agent Reid asked.
Maxwell beamed. "Of course, follow me. And ladies, you'd best stay close, don't want you to get spooked by anything."
Chapter 30
We followed Maxwell down the corridor to the solitary confinement cells, which had lost none of their creepiness from when Olivia and I had walked past earlier. Some of the gore splattered cells still had bodies inside where the ghouls had attacked and spared no one.
"These men were helpless," Agent Reid said.
"They were serial murderers and rapists," Maxwell said. "I would feel more pity for their victims. These men paid for their crimes with their lives in as brutal a fashion as they had done unto others."
No one made any further comment about what we saw as we made our way by the cells and up to a door which had the word "Maintenance" in big red letters. Maxwell entered the code into the keypad next to it, and the door lock clicked open.
"The tunnel is through here," he said. "But it won't do you any good, the end is blocked."
"Still worth a look," I said, and opened the door fully to reveal a set of stairs that led down, where a row of low-level lights lit the wall as far as I could see. "Are these lights on all the time?"
Maxwell nodded. "It’s easier to leave them on, than to turn them off and on every time we go down here."
"What do you come down here for?" Olivia asked as we all descended the steep stairs into the tunnel.
"A lot of the cables and pipes that run through the prison start down here, and occasionally we have a few glitches with the electricity or hot water. And we use the empty rooms to store supplies."
We made our way along the dingy tunnel, with Maxwell and Olivia taking the lead and Agent Reid following behind Sky and me. Occasionally, we passed locked doors where the handles had become rusted through lack of use, or open ones showing stacks of boxes. But there certainly didn't appear to be anything down here except for the five of us. After a half hour of walking at a steady pace, we arrived at the remains of a concrete wall. Something had punched its way through the concrete to get to the old exit beyond, leaving pieces of broken wall all around.
"I think we've found how the lich got everyone out of here," I said.
I stepped over the pile of rubble and pushed open the rusted, iron gate with a squeak. The lock had been torn off by someone, ripping part of the gate in the process.
The rest of the group followed me out into the clearing near an area of woodland.
"So, these bastards could be anywhere?" Olivia said as she exited the tunnel.
"And they had maybe three hours to start the transformation before they left here," Sky said. "Tonight is when the shit is going to start hitting the fan."
Maxwell laughed. It started as a slight chuckle, but soon made its way into a full-throated roar of laughter. "You have no idea what's happening," he said after everyone had turned to stare at him. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose, dropping onto his shirt.
Agent Reid's Glock was out of its holster in an instant and aimed at the assistant warden who regarded him with mild indifference. "This bag of meat is already dead," Maxwell said. "He was the first to die when I turned up to claim what was mine."
"You're the lich," Sky said.
"And a brownie point goes to the American, although technically I'm still just a useless human."
"Puppeteer," Sky whispered.
Maxwell clapped his hands and laughed. "That's right, aren't you a smart one? Bet you haven't seen this before."
"You controlled Maxwell all this time."
"From the moment I arrived to kill that snitch, Neil, until just now, Maxwell has been my puppet to control as I wished."
"Where are the rest of the prisoners?" I asked.
"I warned you to stay out of this," he said to me. "I told you to let it happen and nothing would befall you. But you ignored me. You killed my ghoul, and now I find you here trying to help them catch me once more. You can't kill me, sorcerer. You can't even hurt me. For your disobedience and for killing my ghoul, you will feel my full wrath."
His mention of the ghoul I'd killed reminded me that I'd had his blood on my hand. "The men in the farm basement, you turned them to ghouls."
"I look forward to feasting on your heart and having my ghouls tear you limb from limb."
"Well, you're down one ghoul already, so it'll probably take longer than it would have if I hadn't killed it."
Maxwell spat bright red blood onto the grass. "You will regret those words, sorcerer."
"You know, it's funny," I said," but everyone who says I'm going to feel their wrath tends to die a horribly violent death. Guess I can add one more to the list."
Maxwell's head turned slowly to face the director. "Olivia Green." His voice was full of venom and barely contained rage. "How I've longed to see you again."
"If you'd have waited long enough the other night, I'd have put a bullet in your face to remember me by," Olivia said.
"You stupid little bitch. You ruined my life, do you know that? Destroyed everything I'd worked so hard to achieve, turned the woman I loved against me. And now, I'm going to do the exact same to you. I'm going to burn your life to the ground and make you watch as the embers are finally extinguished one at a time, until all that's left is destruction. And then you'll die. Slowly. I'm very much looking forward to it."
"I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time," Olivia shouted, as she shook with rage.
"I'm so glad you remember me," Peter said. "I came back because of you. My hatred of you brought me back here, the need to feel your skin burst open as I carve into it. The need to feel your hot blood down my throat was all that kept me going."
"And those women, the friends of Vicki and Amber, why kill them?" I asked, hoping to get his attention off a clearly upset Olivia.
Unfortunately, it didn't work and Maxwell continued to stare at Olivia. "I have something to show you, a gift." He removed a small camera from his pocket and tossed it onto the soft grass by Olivia's feet. "I took some photos for you."
Olivia picked the camera up and used the viewing screen on the back to scroll through the photos it contained. After viewing a few of the photos I noticed a tear trickle down her face.
"Olivia," I whispered and she passed me the camera.
I flicked through the photos and quickly realised that they were a timeline of Vicki's transformation from living enchanter to ghoul.
"Turning Vicki was the most fun I'd ever had," Maxwell said. "And now she'll serve me for all eternity. Her pain and suffering is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you, Olivia."
"I've heard enough," Agent Reid said and shot Maxwell in the centre of his chest, throwing him off his feet and onto the soft grass.
Nobody admonished Agent Reid for the act. Hell if I'd been holding a gun, I'd have done the same, but even so, no one moved or spoke.