Dispatcher: Understood. I'll request an additional ambulance. Has there been a massacre or something?
[i]Huang sweeps the room, noting nothing particularly suspicious. There's a half-drunk mug of coffee on the night-stand, still warm, which Aaron may have put down before he fell or been left by another person.
The landing is wide, and has quite a few doors leading off it. Huang swiftly sweeps through them- Mingxia's room, the bathroom and two guest bedrooms- without finding anything that leaps out at him. One guest bedroom is in use- presumably by Aaron's brother. The upper floor is deserted.
Outside, Ming hold her shotgun in one hand and pulls on a handle of the trap door. It moves, seemingly unlocked, but is too heavy for her to lift one-handed. She leans her shotgun against the wall and heaves with all her strength, opening one of the doors with a loud creak, muffled by the surrounding foliage. She swiftly recovers her gun and peers down.
There is a set of concrete steps leading into some sort of cellar or coal bunker underneath the house. There are no lights that Ming can see. (Police: 9+2=11) Ming can see, however, that the opened door has fresh oil on its hinges.[/i]