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Pay attention to the man in the navy work shirt stepping out of the white utility van.
His name is Ryan Corbett. He's thirty-two years old, a licensed electrician with six years of experience, and he's responding to what seems like a routine service call—flickering lights and intermittent power loss at a residential property on Maple Ridge Drive. It's 2:15 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon in late October. The homeowner, a woman named Danielle Marsh, had called that morning describing the issue as "annoying but not urgent."
Ryan brings his apprentice with him—twenty-four-year-old Kevin Landry, who's been learning the trade for eighteen months. Kevin carries the toolbox. Ryan carries the voltage tester and circuit tracer. Standard procedure for what should be a straightforward diagnostics job.
Within ninety minutes, they would be making the most disturbing discovery of their careers.
By 4:00 p.m., Maple Ridge Drive would be swarming with police vehicles, forensic units, and federal agents. The house at 1847 Maple Ridge—a modest single-family home with beige siding and a neatly trimmed lawn—would be cordoned off as an active crime scene.
And Ryan Corbett and Kevin Landry would be giving statements about what they heard behind the drywall in the basement.
This was not a power issue.
It was a rescue.