Chapter ThirteenThe sound of breaking glass waking him, Bull rolled out of his bed.
Opening her eyes, Darlene Roberts looked at him removing a shotgun from the bottom of one of the wardrobes lining the wall and shoving a pair of spare cartridges into the pocket of his pyjama top.
He turned back and leaned across the bed, lying to her. “It’s probably just Forrest again, but stay here and keep quiet just in case.”
Leaving the bedroom, Bull reached the top of the stairs and began heading down to the hall. Stepping down onto the hardwood floor, the sound of something heavy crashing down in the lounge attracted his attention.
Approaching the door, he stopped when he saw the blood dripping from the handle. Using the barrel of the shotgun to turn the handle, he pushed the door open.
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