Bruce managed to heave himself up, bracing himself against her Land rover. Using the side to propel himself forward, he staggered into Daphne, deflecting her aim before he fell back down.
The last thing he saw was Louise making it inside the house before the bullet from Daphne's gun ripped apart his brain.
She made herself look back. Daphne was standing over the shattered remains of Bruce's body.
Rushing into the kitchen, she began slamming her way through the cupboards and drawers, desperately searching for something she could use.
Reaching the sink, she rapidly grabbed a large carving knife. She stared at the large blade, hating herself for feeling a little delight as she thought about using it.
Daphne's heels clicked on the hall floor.
Louise concealed the carving knife behind her
