"Oh, God—"
"He fell?"
"He was pushed, I'm telling you."
"Come on, we're leaving—"
Calla, Cooper and Vincent ran to the edge of the deck, where a set
of narrow, rickety stairs trailed down to the lowest level of the
house. A floodlight illuminated the path to the garage—and the
broken body lying prone on the cobblestones far below.
"s**t," Calla whispered.
Cooper felt as though the air had been punched out of him. Before
he could process what the hell he was doing, he was already
halfway down the stairs. " Cooper, " Calla hissed at his back.
He descended the final steps and fell to his knees beside the body,
unsure of what to do next. Blood had already started to pool
across the path, snaking through the cracks and crevices of the
dull grey stones. Further off, a pair of wire
