Carolyn grunted into her hand, her eyes wide and fearful. Blood began to trickle down the window. She stared in horror as the man in the suit put the crystal dolphin back onto the coffee table. The blow had caught her by surprise — one moment the man had been talking, the next he had picked up the figurine and hit the kneeling man. There was so much blood on the window she was sure he was dead or, at best, seriously injured. Her whole body began to shake. Without realising what she was doing, she took a step forward. Then another. And that was when the security light above the garage clicked on.
Carolyn stood rooted to the spot. The light was blinding — as bad as looking into the sun — and she instinctively threw up a hand to shield her eyes.