“Don’t go in there,” Carl said. I looked over my shoulder at him and he was white as a ghost. I frowned but pushed into the office anyway. I didn’t really follow orders very well.
Something leaned against the door and I had to shove to get it wide enough for me to get in there. When I managed to slip through, the door closed again, and I was trapped in the office.
There was blood everywhere, on the walls, on the carpet, papers stained. And the office was in the same mess the other one had been. The furniture was all overturned and cabinets had drawers pulled out of them with papers spilling out like secrets. When I turned to see what had stopped the door from opening, I gagged.
It was Ruben. And he was very dead.
His face was a bloody mess, like he’d been hit a couple of times. He
