In any case, bringing a full team to stay in Byron Holt's estate was no easy feat. Just as Ivy Holden was trying to figure out how to make the most of the night, Ian Rowan's voice came through her earpiece—
"Ivy! Ivy! We've got a situation!"
Ivy Holden pressed the large pearl earpiece and whispered, "What's the situation?"
"Holt went to bed this early!"
"..." Ivy Holden glanced at the time on her phone, speechless. 'It's already eleven o'clock, for fuck's sake. That's early?'
"That's not the point! The point is, my infrared thermal scan shows he's not in his bedroom, but in a spot over six meters below it."
"Six meters?" Ivy Holden shot to her feet. 'Six meters below Byron Holt's bedroom... Isn't that a basement?!'
"What's wrong?" Bill Holden also stood up, looking tense.
"Didn't you see how he got down there?" Ivy Holden asked urgently.
