The two men made their way onto the porch and then into the house. The main room was now lit up with a couple of floodlights and there was a forensic team already hard at work collecting evidence. Jack looked around and immediately noticed the blood on the brick wall above the fireplace and the large pool of blood on the floor below.
He drew a deep breath. “Okay, what have you got so far?”
Frank tilted his head to the side. “Not much. The girl is the one who called it in. Apparently she ran to the car and was able to lock herself in, but couldn’t get away because we found the keys in the vic’s pocket. She was in a nearly catatonic state when we got here. From the hair and fragments from the victim’s scalp that we found imbedded in the brick, it appears that he hit the wall with incredible impact, then collapsed on the floor and bled out. We’re not sure at this point, but it looks likely he was already dead when he hit the floor.”
“Was the girl attacked physically?” Jack asked with concern.
Frank shook his head. “No, but she’s not able to talk. I mean she’s gone, like nobody home. We tried to get her to say something, but she just stared out into space and kept saying, He’s coming. He’s coming.”
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