"Wait," Angus frowned. "We're miles from the estate. How did you hear talking?"
"These two are from France. They probably work for Gelding. These other two are from Louisiana and have Priscilla's voodoo sigil tattoo'd on them. As for the tunnel, I think we'd be better off to collapse the sections of the tunnel that are on the estate, from the property line on this end, progressively, a short section at a time, back to the entrance at the sinkhole," Marcus said. "This tunnel goes for miles. Once that much is filled in, then we do need to work on closing the sinkhole once and for all. That won't make it completely impassable, but its sure going to make it a lot of work to reopen it. Now, Angus, you said, it answered half your questions. We know who and we know how they got access to the estate, and, presumably, then, how they got to the duplex without raising the alarm. What's the other questions?"
"Why tinker with the crystal converter? And why come in one way and go out the other?"
"It's only a guess, but I think the power outage was a distraction," Marcus said.
"What for?"
"To see if they could get past us, come up from the cellar and get upstairs and find a way out."
"To take Diamond," Angus said.
"Yes. And, if they get Caprice too, that's just a bonus to them," Marcus said.
"Bullshit. They're not getting my kids," Angus said hotly. "If I have to sit up in the nursery, armed to the teeth til they turn 18. They can't have my kids."
"Understood, Mate. That's part of why you have me, remember?"