CHAPTER NINETEEN
George stood on the front doorstep of his house. His body was still as a statue as he held the key out in front of him just millimetres away from the lock. He kept it there for a moment as he imagined what he might see on the other side. A bloodstained carpet didn’t bother him. The death of his boss was deeply painful for him but it was the thought of Sara defenceless against Savic that most affected him. He had failed her and for that he would never forgive himself.
He put the key back in his pocket and stepped backwards off the step. In his head, he heard Sara scream out for him. He shook it off and made his way to the back of the house. A big foot imprint in the flower bed captured his full attention. It was clearly a footprint belonging to a man and it was facing the
