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As I got nearer to Kev and Marsha's room, I could see that the door was
slightly ajar. I couldn't actually see anything inside yet, but as I moved
nearer I started to smell something. A faint, metallic tang, and I could
smell shit as well. I felt sick. I knew that I'd have to go in.
As I inched around the doorframe I got my first glimpse of Marsha She
was kneeling by the bed, her top half spreadeagled on the mattress. The
bedspread was covered with blood.
I sank to my knees in the hallway. I felt myself going into shock. I
couldn't believe this was true. This was not happening to this family. Why
kill Marsha? It should have been Kev they were after. All I wanted to do was
throw my hand in and sit down and cry. But I knew the kids had been in the
house. They might still be here.
I got a grip of myself and started to move. I went in, forcing myself
to ignore Marsha. The room was clear.
The next job was the master bathroom. I went in, and what I saw made me
lose it, totally fucking lose it. Bang, I went back against the wall and
slumped onto the floor.
Blood was everywhere. I got it all over my shirt and hands;
I sat in a pool of it, soaking the seat of my pants.
Aida was lying on the floor between the bath and the toilet.
Her five-year-old head had been nearly severed from her shoulders.
There was just three inches of flesh left intact; I could see the vertebrae
still holding on.
Turning my head away and looking out of the bathroom, I could now see
more of Marsha. I had to hold back my scream. Her dress was hanging
normally, but her tights had been torn, her panties were pulled down, and
she had soiled herself, probably at the point of death. All I saw at this
distance of about fifteen feet was somebody that I really cared for, even
loved maybe, on her knees, her blood splattered all over the bed. And she'd
had the same done to her as Aida.
I was taking deep breaths and wiping my eyes. I knew I still had
another two rooms to clear another bathroom and the large storeroom above
the garage. I couldn't give up now because I might wind up getting dropped
myself.
I cleared the other rooms and half-collapsed, half-sat on the landing.
I could see my bloody footprints all over the carpet.
Stop, calm down, and think.
What next? Kelly. Where the fuck was Kelly?
Then I remembered the hiding place. Because of the threats to Kev, both
kids knew where they had to go and hide in the event of a crisis.
The thought brought me to my senses. If that was where Kelly was
hiding, she was safe for the time being. Better to leave her there while I
did the other stuff I had to do.
I got up and started to move down the stairs, making sure that, as I
moved, I had my pistol pointed. As I descended I could see the blood I had
left on the wall and carpet where I'd sat. I was almost willing the
attackers to appear. I wanted to see the fuckers.
I got a cloth and a trash bag from the kitchen-and started to run
around the house wiping door handles and any surfaces where I might have
left fingerprints. Then I went over to the patio sliding doors and closed