CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
“No!”
The shot echoed through the room. His head jerked from the blast and blood shot out from the back and sprayed the wall behind him.
“s**t,” Avery whispered.
Thompson ran in with his g*n aimed at everything.
“What the f**k?!” he cried. “Oh shit.”
Avery turned to him.
“Did you call it in?”
“Everyone’s on the way.”
Avery stood there staring at the dead man, just a few feet before her, who had been alive but moments before, and her heart broke in a million pieces.
* * *
Gloves and bags were retrieved from her car. Thompson was given a set and told to check the perimeter. Avery took the first floor.
In the living room, carpets were gray and walls were painted a muddy white. Apart from the living room and Villasco’s office, there was a kitchen on the opposite
