CHAPTER 30
Sara clutched Grant’s arm and turned away in disgust. The body on the floor in front of them was that of a young woman no more than 25. She had been split open from her throat to her navel her intestines had been dragged out and lay in a twisted putrescent tangle across her groin. Deep cuts to each of her turkey white breasts had congealed leaving gouts of congealed black blood across her chest. The body was twisted as though frozen in time during some frenzied dance.
“Not a pretty sight,” joked Grant. “Come on, there’s more gruesome goings on in here.”
He led Sara to the next tableaux. He had been the one who had suggested the London Dungeons, but now wasn’t sure it had been such a good idea.
“At least it’s dark and we won’t be recognised. Are you sure you’ll be okay here o
