Wish You Were Dead

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Signalling to Cleo and Bruno to stay back, Roy Grace pushed the massive, heavy door open, slowly, cautiously, and peered in.

What he saw was something out of a horror film. Two people, a man and a woman, their mouths covered with duct tape, bound by their wrists to iron hoops on a wall.

But, to his dismay, there was no sign of Jack.

He strode in and was about to call out that he was a police officer when he was aware, too late, of a shape hurtling down at him from his left. He felt a crashing blow. His head exploded into a shower of sparks. He stumbled forward, dizzily, a few steps, his legs cut off from his brain. Then the floor came rushing up, smashing his goggles against his face. The sparks inside his head flickered out.