Chapter 48I ride shotgun as Ben drives to the suspect’s house on Legion Road, a mile out of town, by Black Falls industrial paper mill. Acres of farmland and cornfields, the area stretches for miles, desolate and eerily haunting. Ben turns off down a long narrow road to the Sander’s residence.
“Does the chief think the young man is at home?” I ask, glancing out at endless cornfields stretching for infinity on either side of us. The empty vastness conjures eighties slasher horror movie vibes.
As Officer Keller drives further along a dirt road, we are greeted with a red sports car, and a white Toyota parked on a patch of grass in front of the two-story farmhouse.
He slows and parks under a large willow tree on the side of the road. “s**t,” he says, staring out at a crowd of people browsin
