Chapter 367

Richie was right behind Jon when he heard a ragged cry tearing from Jon.

“Oh God!”

Richie gripped his brother’s arm, the bodybag on the stretcher almost stopped their hearts.

Jon stepped forward, his hand shaking violently as he reached for the zipper.

“Sir...”

His blue eyes whipped up, staring at the owner of the voice.

“I just want to warn you. It’s not a pretty sight.”

Jon unzipped it so slowly, Richie almost felt the need to do it for him.

The lifeless eyes of Nick stared at the ceiling. The gaping wound at his throat shocked the men even more.

“Oh fuck...”

Jon’s knees buckled and Richie grabbed him, steadying him.

“Its not her, its not her.....” Jon mumbled over and over.

“It ok.....we’ll find her. She’s gonna be ok.”

Richie tried to convince himself more. After he saw the violent way Nick died, he started to feel panicky and hysteria was simmering just below the surface.

Christie came down, holding one baby and a police officer the other.

She was sobbing violently and when she saw the two men standing there she started apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more! I locked the door just as Cheyenne told me to, but he cut the lines. I couldn’t call anyone. I could hear her screams...I’m so sorry.”

Jon’s mind was in a rush. This couldn’t be happening! The babies were safe. What the fuck happened here? Where is she? Heard her screams? What did the bastard do to her?

Jon turned and grabbed the nearest police officer by the shirt.

“Where is he?”

“Please sir...”

“Dont fucking please sir me. Where is the bastard?”

“This way.”

The kitchen was in an even bigger mess. It looked like something was slaughtered in there.

At that moment Jon thought that he had never in his life seen a better sight than the one right in front of him.

Mark’s body lay quietly on the tiled floor. A hole could be seen in his back. The bastard was dead.

“Take that piece of shit out of my house.”

The inspector nodded silently, gesturing to the paramedics to remove the body.