upon a three inch steel door. Black paused and looked around the room he was in. “What is this place?” “We call it the catacombs.” “Catacombs? Like a cemetery? There are bodies down here?” Waeltz smirked, turned, and pulled a little harder than Black had expected to get the door open. “Be serious, Love. Why would we keep dead bodies in the basement of a police station?” “I am being serious. You tell me why would the basement of a police station even be considered a crime scene for a work place rape?” Waeltz didn’t respond. He just stepped to the side as the crime scene investigators entered with equipment in tow. In comparison to the corridor that led to the catacombs, the inside was surprisingly well illuminated. There were rows and rows of shelves packed with boxes upon boxes. “What are these? Cold cases?” Black asked referring to the boxes he assumed were filled with files and evidence from cold case files. That’s what they called unsolved crimes: cold cases. “Yeah. We don’t get down here often. Don’t have the man power, money, or resources to keep many cases going.” It was now Black’s turn to remain silent. He carefully walked around the room looking for anything that didn’t belong and could possibly link the three officers to Teresa’s rape. He had put in a request to have a forensics team from a neighboring county to perform the DNA sweep for evidence but was denied by the District Attorney in charge of the case. He had his reservations about how bias the team he was relying on would be. These were officers they were used to working with and in a small town like Danville he wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were related to one of the three accused. He couldn’t worry about that now. He had to have faith in the law. He knew it wasn’t perfect but he believed in the constitution and his oath as an officer of the courts was something that he took very seriously. Black slid on a pair of plastic gloves and watched as crime scene investigators opened silver metallic cases and removed spray bottles. They went on to spray various locations in the room beginning with the stainless steel table. They then turned off the lights in the room and turned on a portable black light. The room lit up with various stains that were once invisible to the naked eye. Black remained silent with his game face on. He had to keep his composure. He didn’t want to show any weakness. On the outside he was cold as ice but on the inside his mind he was screaming, “Run! Turn and get out of here!” He knew that the stains he saw were secretions from the rapists and possibly blood from Teresa. It made him wonder if this had been the first time that something like this had happened. He wanted to question the female officers that worked there. He knew it would be a slim chance that they’d cooperate. He filed the thought in the back of his mind with the intent to re-visit it if this hunt for evidence didn’t turn up anything pertinent. “A lot of fluids in here,” Waeltz said stating the obvious. Black grunted. They both watched as the crime technicians collected samples and sprayed SPERM HY-LITER, a fluorescent monoclonal antibody-based kit used for the microscopic identification of sperm from sexual assault evidence. Waeltz continued. “I doubt we get anything out of here we can use… print wise anyway.” “Prints would be nice. That would place them in the basement but I’m assuming every officer who works here has access to the catacombs correct?” “True. There would be no real reason for uniformed officers to be searching cold case files but there are no official restrictions in place preventing them access.” “So if we do find prints they could have left them the night of the rape or two months ago.” “Right again. No way to tell.” Black watched as they began brushing for prints. Waeltz stood back and watched Black. “You want to tell me what happened last