Chapter 42
“Damn it to hell,” Mick said angrily as he stepped into their bedroom.
Wynn had to agree with that sentiment when he looked past him and saw the bed. The covers had been stripped back, leaving the bottom sheet visible. It was liberally spattered with red paint, some of which had made it to the wall behind the bed. Mick held up his hand to keep Wynn from coming into the room, as he placed a call to John to tell him he was to pick up the forensics kit and ‘get your ass over here’.
“What good is that going to do?” Wynn asked after Mick hung up. “We know who’s responsible.”