Chapter 19 - The Silent Descent Into Dark Waters
The Lake of the Ozarks estate was shrouded in a thick, eerie fog as my truck pulled up to the rusted iron security gates at twilight.
The massive wooden house sat dark and neglected on a rocky cliff overlooking the black, still waters of the lake below.
I used heavy bolt cutters to bypass the front gate lock, walking silently through the overgrown brush toward the rear basement entrance.
I found the hidden steel door concealed behind a wall of false electrical panels in the lower boathouse, exactly as Sabrina’s letter described.
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I inserted the brass key into the heavy iron lock; it turned with a loud, metallic click that echoed through the empty concrete chamber.
The heavy steel door swung open slowly, revealing a dark, concrete room filled with rows of old metal filing cabinets and locked corporate trunks.
