We found the chains in the back corner of the basement behind the broken tables, the crushed instruments, and the bloody mess of the body. They were two inches thick, nearly impossible to lift, and shattered in three places.
“You figure he was doing some kind of weird experiments down here?” My partner asked, gingerly avoiding the minefield of broken glass. He was staring at the victim, if the word could be applied.
“Looks that way,” I said. “But where’s whoever, or whatever he was experimenting on?”
I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I turned around.

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