Mosley Lane: Final Part

                                    

                                          
You and Derek split off and take a handful of houses, all without promising results. You pull into the driveway of a house that is secluded, with lots of land, and is big enough to house and hide children.
"I feel them here. I think this is the house," you say to Derek as you walk up the porch steps.
"Are you sure?"
You look to your right and see a bed of roses that to the naked eye is normal, but you see with more than just your eyes. Those rose bushes are covered with the energies of the dead--dead children.
"I don't think I've ever been sure of anything else."
You knock on the door and Roger Roycewood answers it. You take a step back to steel yourself and nudge Derek's arm. This is him. This is one of the unsubs. Derek says something you don't hear but it's enough to convince Roger to let you two inside the house. There are children's toys everywhere telling you that they have kids here.
"You've got a lot of land here," you finally say.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said, you've got a lot of land here, and a houseful of kids."
"Ah. Mm-hmm. Yes, I do."
"It's awfully quiet. Are they out?"
"My wife took them out."
"At the winter festival?" you ask.
Roger's body tenses but he tries to keep a cool head. The kids are here. You can feel them. All you need is to get away from him and explore the house.
"Winter festival?"
"In Ashburn. You know, I have a friend who went there recently. Her name is Ashley Parks. Her kids just love it there."
Roger immediately tenses up at Ashley's name and he looks at you with nervous eyes.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
He reaches up and messes with his hearing aid but you know he heard you. He is pale and sweating, right where you want him.
"I said my friend, Ashley Parks, went to the winter festival recently. Her kids love it there."
"I've never been but that's a wonderful idea. I'll mention that to my wife. It might be nice for the kids."
"They have pony rides."
"Oh, great," Roger nods.
"I'm sorry, may I use your restroom?"
"Yes. It's down the hall and to your right."
"Thank you."
You walk away from Roger and look at Derek who nods once to let you know he knows what you're doing. Roger watches you to make sure you're going in the right direction before Derek starts his distraction. Instead of going to the bathroom, you try the other doors around. Two of them lead to bedrooms but one of them is locked. You kneel on the ground and see yellow energy seeping from the cracks. They're here. They're below you in the basement. You have a feeling the locked door leads to the basement. Damn it. You don't have a warrant. You can't go snooping. You flush the toilet and turn the sink on to make it seem like you went to the bathroom before heading back to Derek. You notice the front door has multiple locks on it to prevent someone from leaving rather than keeping something out. There are pictures on the fireplace landing, and one of them looks eerily similar to Charlie.
"So, do the kids take after your wife?" you ask.
"Some say they do. How can I help you?"
"We were actually hoping that your wife would be here. Do you know when she'll be back?"