Stick close and dont touch anything. He tested the flashlight and made a rueful face at the weak, yellowish light it gave out. Its a good thing we dont want to be seen, I guess.
Amy reached for his hand and they moved into the living room. The front door had been kicked in, from the looks of it, and a table was smashed. Willis found pooled blood congealed in the carpet next to an overturned couch, with a trail toward the hall. He followed it to find a blood smeared telephone nook.
Somebody got the s**t kicked out of them, he said. Laid there bleeding for awhile and then dragged himself over to call for help, Ill bet.
Or herself, Amy said in a horrified whisper. Her eyes were enormous.
I dont think Jill would have put up this much fuss, he said thoughtfully, hoping that
