Stripping the sheets off and dragging the mattress next door proved the easiest part. Unbolting the heavy wooden frame needed two people. The spanner slipped as Logan worked in haste and he slashed his hand on a sliver of wood poking out from beneath the footboard. He dismissed Vik’s jealous stab at him from the grave as superstition.
Logan stood and dragged the individual pieces next door, shoving the single bed aside. He changed the blood soaked plaster twice before conceding he needed his nasal spray. The black and white cat hopped onto the sink and sniffed at his blood and Logan pulled his hand away. “I hope you can keep a secret,” he said, watching the amber eyes give a slow blink. He jumped as the intercom heralded the delivery driver. Logan looked at his watch and swore.
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