For those who have joined us recently, you can find previous chapters of ‘The Tape’ in our ‘Archives’ as follows: Chap 1 (Jan 6), Chap 2 (Jan 20), Chap 3 (May 5).
by Bob Sparrow
The Chief took the first few steps down into the cellar and turned back to looked at me with an expression that said, ‘Are you coming?’ I was still frozen in place across the room and reluctantly inched my way toward the opening in the floor and wondered why I was doing this, what was I going to find down there and what if the Chief was really an axe murderer? One thing I didn’t wonder about was whether anyone would ever find my body if in fact he was. No frickin’ way. Let me end the suspense, the Chief didn’t own an axe, heck he didn’t even own a tomahawk.
The stairs down were longer than I expected so when we finally reached the stone floor at the bottom we were down about 20 feet. Chief’s kerosene lantern cast an uneven light against the cool, dank surroundings. I was not prepared for what I saw before me – the floor, walls and archways, were all lined with brick and stone; someone had put a lot of work into creating this place, whatever it was. As the chief held the lantern in his outstretched arm, we moved toward the main archway. At first I couldn’t make out what I was looking at and then as we got closer, I was stunned. Prison cells had been carved out on both sides of this cave; rusty cell doors hung open in rows as far as the lantern would allow us to see. A chill came over me as I realized I was in a real live dungeon.
(Don: “I’m getting a little claustrophobic, how about we all go up and get some fresh air?”)
The Chief was in deep thought as he looked around this underground prison. He walked over to a nearby cell and squeaked open the rusted door and stood motionless as he stared inside. I kept my distance, as I was pretty sure I didn’t want to see whatever was inside that cell. I asked, “So what is this? What the heck went on down here?”
(Don: “And why are we still down here?”)
The Chief remained silent as the light from the lantern made eerie shadows play on his face. He looked down the long row of cells lost in thought. He finally turned to me and said, “Let’s go back up.”
(Don: “Whew! How can I thank you?”)
I followed the Chief up the stairs, out of the house and to the top of a near-by ridge next to the house; from there the entire Coachella Valley lay before us. The sun had just slipped behind Mt. San Jacinto as the Chief sat down on a boulder and watched the evening shadows stretch across the valley floor.
I sat down a few feet away and asked, “That was pretty spooky; so what was that place?”
To Be Continued . . .
Update: ‘Murder on the Road to Hana’ For those regulars who read/subscribe to our blog, I wanted to provide an up-date on a earlier story published on March 3rd. Nothing earth-shattering, but the Maui police have reclassified the case of missing Carley Scott from a ‘missing person’ to a ‘homicide’. Additionally they have found something in the waters just off the Hana coast that they believe can help them solve this mystery. Ex-boyfriend, Steven Capobianco remains a ‘person of interest’.