Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 02
#51 of Once Broken
draft 1 of Book 1 in the inheriting the Line Series.
Denton is simply a police detective looking to catch the bad guys and bed the willing guys. unfortunately for him, the investigation into the quadruple murder of a prominent Denver family leads him to the discovery of a secret society in the midst of a crisis that might be linked to his own existence.
a search of the basement raises odd sensations in Denton
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The foyer, because this certainly wasn't an entryway, was majestic. The floors were a brown stone with gold veins running through them. Anywhere else, Denton would just think it was something that looked gold, something golden. But here, he wouldn't be surprised to find out it was actual gold.
Everyone went to their assigned floors, and Alice led him to a door, then dark stairs, which looked like they belonged in a house worth a hundredth the value of this one.
"You take me to such wonderful places," Denton commented, on shining his light on the paint peeling stairs and plain cement wall.
"Stop complaining, I could have brought my husband, you know."
He thought about that for a moment. "Is it too late to get him to take my place?"
They were at the bottom of the stairs, her light fell on a switch, and a moment later a corridor was lit. The first four doors opened on storage rooms, with bins and shelves full of stuff.
"Someone's a bit of a pack rat it looks like," she said, looking at the fourth such room.
"Well, they are rats, and they seem to pack a lot of stuff."
The next two doors were a root cellar and a pantry with a lot of home canned vegetables.
"That's a lot of food stored. almost as if they worried about a holocaust or something," Denton commented.
"Maybe they were scouts."
Denton just stared at her.
"You know, 'Be prepared'?"
The stare didn't waver.
"God, sometimes I swear you don't know the most basic things."
"Right, like it's my fault I didn't want to join an organization with a history of abusing kids."
She hit his shoulder. "You fucker, you knew what I was talking about."
He laughed.
She opened the next door and his laughter died.
The room was large, probably forty feet on all sides. It was empty except for a big block of stone in the middle. An acrid and slightly sweet smell assaulted them
"What's this smell?" She asked, wrinkling her nose.
"You're kidding, you don't recognize it?" The walls were bare, although at times he thought he could see markings on them when the light hit them at an angle.
"Should I?"
"You do have a husband, right?"
"What does he have to do with this smell?"
"Are you telling me you've never had to wash some of his underwear that smelled like this?"
She stared at him, "Of course not."
"Wow, either you're really keeping him satisfied, or he washes his cum rag himself."
"That's...?"
"The smell of dried cum."
"Ewww."
"As strong as this is, there's been a lot of it in this room."
He was next to the stone block, the surface was perfectly flat, and polished, like a table. He looked up, and around, and for a moment, he was hit by a sense of familiarity. He'd never been here before, and yet, standing here, looking out onto the room felt like something he'd done before.
"Is this an altar?" Alice asked.
He looked at it again, and he had a sense of having laid down on something like this before. He shook his head to chase the sensation away.
"You okay?"
"This place gives me the creeps. Lets move on."
They'd done half the basement when the call came in, three bodies in the second floor library.