‘Stay where you are.’
Sant approached with care. As he came to the steps leading to the front door, he noticed a trail of red drops. Still fresh. He placed his trusted handkerchief on the centre spot and gently pushed the door fully inwards. The blood was more noticeable in the hallway, one section of carpet having completely changed colour as if some poor soul had been laid out there before being put out of their misery.
The sound of doors slamming gradually reached Sant’s senses. He turned around and saw an ambulance and two police cars. He held up his ID and signalled with his other arm. The paramedics came first, followed by a uniformed officer who fished into his jacket pocket and pulled out two shoe covers. Sant pulled them over his black Grenson brogues and entered the house tenta
