"Here Cranston must have been locked up" I deduced.
"What is that stench?" blurted the girl in disgust as she hurried to cover her nose.
I didn't notice the stench until she mentioned it, a disgusting combination of odors flooded the air. Repulsive to such a degree that it made me retch horribly, even when I stopped breathing through my nose terrible nausea didn't go away.
"Maybe here are the pipes to the septic tank or something" Jeff tried to explain.
I looked up at the ceiling, there were no pipes in that area, but then what were they? I continued down the corridor, fearful of what I might find. A few meters ahead we found the entrance to another much smaller cell, then another and another.
"These guys weren't just drug dealers" said Sam, terrified: "Let's get out of here
