The officers exchanged grim looks. One muttered, “Straight to the penitentiary.” Daniel’s stomach dropped. The sinkhole hadn’t revealed history—it had uncovered an active prison break, carved beneath his own yard.
By the time they hauled the prisoner back to the surface, the media had gathered. Cameras flashed wildly as Daniel emerged behind the officers, blinking under the floodlights. Reporters gasped when they saw the man in cuffs, his jumpsuit smeared with dirt, proof of the story no one had expected.