Chapter 13

When Felicia walked into Hank’s front hall, the first thing that she saw was a bloody handprint on the wall. There were forensic analysts everywhere, one of them telling Hank and Felicia to stay on the tarp that covered the wood floor.

The further in that Felicia walked, the more that it started to look like a bloodbath.

Looking into one of the rooms, she saw a bunch of people surrounding a body, or what was left of it.

Hank stopped, staring into the room, and Felicia grabbed him by the arm, tugging him until they reached his bedroom. “Get the stuff that you need, and then we’ll get the hell out of here.”

She helped him to pack some clothes into a large duffel bag, and they quickly made their way back to Felicia’s car.

By this time, Hank’s eyes had started to water, and a few tears dripped down his face. “She didn’t deserve to die this way.”