Chapter 144: Bren - In the Dark, Part 7
The four photos of the basement were followed by a shot of her legs sprawled out on a cracked concreate floor. Her flashy new shoes were gone, but a sliver of the flowered skirt showed that she was still clothed. A dark line was drawn down the inside of her leg. Bren had to zoom in before he figured out it was dried blood that had run down in a rivulet, probably when she was still vertical.
The next photo zoomed in on something white against the wall. The image was distorted, but Bren thought it looked like a skull. No, two skulls. Three. Maybe four. It looked like there was still skin on that one. Was that a foot near it? A hand? No doubt it was a heap of previous victims, probably in various states of decay.
Those are the ones the cops haven't found yet.