The air in the bedroom was thick and sticky, mingling the scents of dried blood, lingering cleaning solution and damp wood.
The curtains were half-drawn and the sky outside was darkening. Slanting rays of light cut through the darkness, casting a pale glow on the small patch of floor between the bed and the wardrobe.
Victor stood in that patch of light, his arms still outstretched as though he were dragging something. His body leaned slightly as though he were holding an unconscious yet heavy body in his arms.
Kane stood in the doorway for a few seconds before finally speaking up. 'Are you investigating a crime or channelling spirits? Watching you, I'm starting to wonder if you could summon the killer's soul.”
'Victor is simulating the crime scene,' Phoebe interjected from the side, he
