Chapter 32
Sullivan had been able to shuffle himself a little closer to the heater. From there he was able to study the make up of the cellar. The walls were field rocks that had obviously been laid at least a hundred years earlier. Logs ran straight across the ceiling holding up the floor above. Ten feet from where he lay, there was a cement footing that once supported a furnace. In the far corner, where the light was, a ladder reached up to a trap door.
He had tried to free his hands, to no avail. He could find nothing sharp that might work to cut the cuffs off. He thought of possibly burning them off with the heater, but then thought better of that idea, so he lay there for some time before falling asleep.
Sullivan wasn't at all sure how much time had passed. The opening of t
