PC Mark Vivian was stood at the rear of Neates House, a leash wrapped around his right arm being tugged by a beast with great strength. The house was beautiful, he thought. It must be amazing to live in such peace and quiet. Of course, nothing was more quiet and peaceful than death, and you did not need massive gardens, trees or a mansion to obtain that. He thought about the bodies inside and cringed. He too had seen more death than he ever needed. He once found a body of a heart attack victim, who had fallen mid-cardiac arrest and landed against their electric heater. The contact started a small fire, thanks to the heater's consumption of polyester fibres and cotton undershirt. In the end, all Mark saw at the scene was a human-shaped piece of barbecue, overdone on the back, but still a bi
