Chapter 120: Chaser (1)
All the objects were broken, and the furniture was smashed to pieces. A shard from a broken vase brushed against my foot.
I crouched down, holding the brass shoe horn by the front door. My body grew rigid with tension.
And then, bloodstains. Fresh blood was splattered everywhere. It hadn’t dried yet, so it must have been recent.
‘An attack?’
But there were no signs of an intruder. No footprints, no sign of forced entry. Whoever trashed this place, if Liam was still home, he could be in danger. I prayed that the blood belonged to the attacker.
I glanced at the kitchen to my right. All the dishes in the cabinet were smashed. Liam was nowhere to be found.
To the left was Liam’s room. There was a hole in the door, just big enough to see inside. My heart pounded as I peered through. I gripped the shoehorn tighter, ready to swing at any moment. But all I saw were torn pillows and signs of a struggle. No Liam.
‘Damn it, where are you?’
The only room left on the ground floor was the study. I carefully opened the door, trying not to make a sound.