Chapter 10 - Searching the Hidden Underground Cavity for Clues
Back at the suburban house on Maple Street, forensic investigators combed through the subterranean concrete chamber.
Bright halogen work lights illuminated the narrow, damp space that had served as Sarah’s underground prison.
Crime scene technicians dusted the heavy wooden hatch and the brass locking mechanism for fingerprints and DNA.
Inside the cell, a small mattress pad, a plastic bucket, and a few empty water bottles sat in the corner.
An investigator wearing protective blue shoe covers pointed his flashlight toward a ventilation pipe leading outside.
“This is how he supplied her with basic air and food without ever opening the main floor hatch,” the technician noted.
Photographs were snapped from every possible angle to document the horrifying conditions of the underground cell.
Outside the house, neighbors gathered behind police yellow caution tape, whispering in absolute shock and horror.
Nobody could believe that such a monstrous crime had taken place right under their noses in broad daylight.
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The house would forever be marked as a house of horrors, changing the tranquil reputation of the street forever.
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