His heart pounding, David tiptoed around the outer wall of the windmill. On the far side, he found a low wooden hatch that looked like the entrance to a cellar.
He gripped the edge of the hatch and heaved it open, revealing a flight of stone steps descending into darkness. Whatever had been spying on him had almost certainly gone down there.
David would not normally have dreamed of investigating a dark, scary cellar by himself. But today was different. He had to find out what Victoria van Gale was up to, and this was his best clue so far. Sick with dread, he climbed through the hatch and tiptoed down the cold, stone steps.