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now,
okay?”
    “Got it,” responded both as they left the basement.
    Ryan stood alone next to the woman still bound to the
broken bed. Her lifeless eyes were only half closed. He clenched his teeth and
thought if they had entered the house one minute earlier, she may have
survived. There was a sense of guilt for not advancing on Arrington as soon as
he stepped out of the Jeep.
    He turned away from the woman to take a closer look at
the monster’s torture chamber. The only light source in the basement was an oil
lamp on a nightstand. Ryan’s mind briefly wandered to the file folders
containing photos from Arrington’s first murder scene in New York. He expected
to see a table covered with the tools he would’ve used to rape and disembowel
his prize. He imagined pools of blood on the floor and organs sitting like trophies
in glass jars lining the shelves. 
    Arrington’s first victim was discovered in the furnace
room of a steel mill that went out of business years ago. The beautiful
23-year-old medical student from Syracuse University died on a filthy floor
after experiencing what could only be described as unimaginable pain. He kept
her alive for two days as he repeatedly raped and tortured her. The autopsy
revealed he started IVs and gave her fluids to combat shock and keep her aware.
There were only trace amounts of painkillers and anesthetics. His intent wasn’t
to relieve her agony. It was for her to see and feel as much as possible
without passing out.
    Forensics also proved he curled up beside her and held
the victim close in the final moments of her young, promising life. Those final
moments came after she received a deep cut starting at her breastbone and
ending below her navel; the mattress was soaked in her blood. The report stated
not all of her organs were recovered from the scene. Ryan fully expected to
discover them somewhere near where he was standing.
     He removed the high-powered flashlight from the end of
his weapon. As he lit up the large room, the reality of Arrington’s torture
chamber was completely different from the photos in the case files. It was
meticulously clean and in order.
    Ryan deducted he must have moved the entire contents of
one of the upstairs bedrooms down to the basement. Each piece of furniture was
carefully cleaned and restored to its original condition. There were no
medieval tools lined up on top of the dressers and no jars containing the
organs of past victims. He turned to look at the bed Arrington used as a
weapon. Other than the blood from the victim’s neck wound, the sheets were
pristine. He looked down at his feet and noticed the lack of dirt on the old
farmhouse’s concrete basement floor. He turned his light upward and couldn’t
find one cobweb attached to any corner of the room. There was no dust on any of
the flat surfaces. Had he been anywhere else, Ryan would’ve thought of the room
as cozy and comfortable. The exact opposite of anything he expected to see.
    He noticed a door at the far end of the room. As he
opened it, he was hit with a slight breeze of stale air. It was a large
unfinished space with a dirt floor. His light illuminated tall stacks of old
wooden produce crates lined up against the walls. Ryan noticed a gap between
two stacks. As he approached, he observed an opening had recently been created
through the wall. When he lit up the darkness on the other side, he saw four
graves. Three were covered with mounds of settling dirt. The fourth was still
open.
    Anyone walking through that hole in the wall would’ve
instantly recognized the mounds as graves. Not because of the shape or recently
disturbed earth, but because each was marked with a wooden cross bearing a
name. The first cross had the name Laura Ackerman and the date she was murdered.
The same woman Sheriff Bill Parker mentioned during the brief the previous
morning.
    Against the specific orders of the deputy director, Ryan
used the camera on his phone to take several pictures of the