Rise of The Iron Eagle (The Iron Eagle Series Book 1) by Roy A. Teel Jr. Read Free Book Online

It’s in my jurisdiction, and my team will work it up,” said Steve as he called for his crime scene investigators to come to the house. “I want to be updated on everything that you find here. I’m also going to have my team pull a comprehensive background check on Roskowski. I have a feeling that what you found in there is only the tip of the iceberg.” Jim nodded, smoke from his cigarette blowing out his nose as he waved Steve off and walked back to the house. “Hey… you better stop smoking those things; they’re going to kill you,” Steve yelled. “I have a feeling that the job will get me long before the smokes do.”
    When Jim got back into the house he saw the lead CSI walking out from behind the false wall in the basement. “Well, what are we dealing with?” He had known Jade Morgan for ten years, and she looked horrible. She was a hardened CSI. He could see, however, that this scene had gotten to her. She walked toward the back door without saying a word as he followed. When they reached the back stairs she began to vomit, and he reached out to grab her. “What the hell’s going on, Jade? Did you come to work sick?” She wiped the sweat from her face. She was flushed, and if he didn’t know better he might’ve thought she had the flu. She pulled her shoulders back to get some air. “I’ve never seen anything like what’s in that house.” “Come on, Jade; you’ve seen your fair share of crime scenes.” “You haven’t been back inside in the last hour, have you?” He shook his head. “Go in there and then come back and tell me it’s just another crime scene.” He was startled by the seriousness of her tone. He stood up, and, without saying a word, walked back into the house and down the stairs into the basement.
    Plastic had been put up around the opening of the door to the hidden room. He could see that Jade’s team now wore full hazmat suits. He pulled back the plastic, stepped into the room, and the smell alone made him gag. What he saw next was like nothing he had ever seen in all of his years in homicide. The room which once was about the size of a one hundred square foot closet had three separate doorways each draped with plastic. As he entered the nearest, he looked into the now well-lit rooms. His olfactory senses were assaulted by the stench of death, then he could see what he could only equate to the catacombs he had seen in Europe years earlier. Burial chambers stacked with bodies in varying degrees of decomposition. Some were just bones, others were recognizable, and all of them were children. The combination of smell and sight assaulted his senses. He became violently ill, running up the stairs and barely making it to the back door before vomiting on Jade, still sitting on the steps.
    She didn’t move; he didn’t know what to say. They both just stared at each other until Jade got up and grabbed a hose and began to wash his vomit off her smock. Jim walked out into the yard and collapsed in the grass. Jade walked over toward him but didn’t completely approach. “I saw three separate rooms off the initial room that we found,” he said. “Are the contents the same as the first?” She knelt down on the ground behind him. “There is one other burial chamber, and the third is…” she paused, “what I can only describe as a medieval torture chamber.” “Is there anyone in there?” Jim couldn’t see her, but he could hear her breathing. “Yes.” “Is there anyone alive in there?” There was a long pause. “He brought his victims in there alive, and based on my quick review of the contents of the room, he worked very hard to keep them that way while he did the unspeakable to them.” Jade paused then asked, “Do we know anything about the homeowner?” “Yea… he’s the principal at one of the best schools in the area.”
    He heard her stand up, and he did the same. She looked at him and said, “Well, these children didn’t come from his school I can tell