Chapter 34The front hall was torn apart; the artwork hung askew, a small table was reduced to kindling, and the runner was bunched up at the end of the hall leading to the kitchen. There was a head-sized hole in the plaster at the top of the stairs where I'd last seen Eric. Aris was on his phone; his suit jacket was gone and his crisp white shirt was torn and scorched in places. Pete was helping Eric down the stairs, plaster dust covering his head and shirt. Dave was sitting on the step, holding his hand to his head, blood oozing between his fingers. There was no sign of Billy and I started to panic; then she came through the kitchen door holding a first aid kit and a blanket. I sighed in relief. She handed me the blanket and pointed to Jonas's mangled body. I could feel tears of frustrati
