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was my personal car."
    "Looks like you were right about somebody being home," Nick said to Selena.
     
     

CHAPTER 9
     
     
    Forsberg called his headquarters, spoke for a few moments and put the phone back in his pocket.
    "Forensics is coming. They'll bring a vehicle for us. Until then, we're stuck here."
    "I want to take another look around," Nick said. "Why was someone here? He must've been guarding something and it wasn't Andersson's car."
    "Whoever it was, he didn't want to get caught." Selena brushed dirt off her jacket sleeve.
    "Let's start with the barn," Forsberg said.
    The barn revealed nothing except a patch of oil under Andersson's car.
    The door of the house was open. Wide spaced footprints in the snow showed where the driver of the Volvo had run from the house to the car. They went inside and began going from room to room, opening cupboards, looking in closets. There was furniture in every room but it was obvious that the house had not been lived in for years. On the second floor they found a sagging bed, a chair, and a dresser with a cracked mirror. The bed had been slept in. There was a Koran on the dresser.
    Forsberg held up the book. "Why does this not surprise me?"
    The first and second floors gave up nothing else of interest.
    "Is there a root cellar?" Selena asked. "Wouldn't there be something like that on one of these old farms?"
    "There should be. The entrance is usually off the kitchen," Forsberg said.
    "I didn't see one," Ronnie said.
    They went back to the kitchen. Ronnie was right. There was no obvious door or entrance to a cellar.
    An enormous china cupboard was pushed up against one wall.
    "If I were a door, where would I be?" Nick said. "What's behind that big cupboard?"
    "Let's find out," Ronnie said.
    Selena pointed at the stone floor. "There are old scratches. Someone's moved it before."
    Ronnie and Nick moved the cupboard away from the wall. Behind it was a wooden door painted green. Nick pulled it open, took out a pocket flashlight and shone light through the opening. A short flight of wooden steps led into darkness. He climbed down, followed by Lamont.
    "Creepy down here," Lamont said.
    The floor was dirt, littered with old rat droppings. They had to stoop under a low, beamed ceiling covered with spider webs. Open wooden bins took up much of the confined space. The bins were empty. There was nothing at all to indicate that anyone had been in the cellar for a long time.
    Back upstairs, Nick brushed fragments of cobwebs from his jacket.
    "There's still that stone building," Ronnie said.
    The building wasn't locked. The windows were broken. It was one large room and it was empty.
    They went back outside.
    "There has to be something here," Nick said.
    "Maybe he was squatting," Selena said.
    "Sure, but why steal the car? How much trouble could someone get in for sleeping in an abandoned house? It's overkill. I keep thinking about that fancy padlock on the barn. We should take another look."
    "We've been in there twice already," Forsberg said.
    "Not like we've got something better to do," Lamont said. "We're not going anywhere until someone comes to take us back to town."
    The barn looked the same as it had an hour before. Selena wandered over to the stalls. The dirt floors still had old straw on them. She started into the middle stall to look at an old piece of leather tack hung on the weathered boards and stumbled against something. She kicked the straw away, exposing an iron ring in the floor.
    "Over here."
    The ring was set in a wooden trapdoor. Nick bent down and pulled on it. The door came up easily on oiled hinges.
    A wooden ladder dropped straight down into whatever lay below.
    He handed Selena his flashlight. "Hold the light for me."
    The bottom of the hidden room was ten feet below the stable floor. The room was about twenty feet square but it wasn't old, like the rest of the farm. The boards forming the walls were clean and fresh, the nails holding them together still bright.
    "Better