Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Four

Grant entered the house. At first, nothing seemed out of place. The living room and kitchen were precise as Grant remembered them.

He slowly climbed the stairs. Hopefully both his wife and daughter were safe and asleep. There was no reason to believe they were in considerable danger.

As he approached the bedroom he and his wife were sharing, Grant froze. There were bloody fingerprints on the door. Grant's trained eyes told him it was a possible crime scene. A cold sweat ran down his back. He quickly grabbed his pistol and crept towards the door.

"Tanya," he shouted.

There was no reply. Grant grew worried. His finger was on the trigger. The thought of Larry's laughter ran through his mind. What had that bastard done?

Grant took a piece of cloth from his side pocket then slowly turned the knob with it. With his pistol drawn, he entered the room.

He froze. The pistol fell out of his hand. His stomach turned at the sight of the severed human head. Grant covered his mouth with his hand. It wasn't just a human head. It was Jessica, his daughter.

Grant sunk to his knees. He yelled at the top of his lungs, then broke down and cried.

His hands slammed the hardwood; anguish had taken over. Grant couldn't get his eyes off the head. By the looks of it the head was severed by a clean cut and had been sitting on the bed for a while, it was very pale.

Grant may have knelt there sobbing for what seemed like an hour when he managed to stagger up and went through another door. He grabbed a telephone in his office room and dialed a number.

"I need you over here quickly," he said hysterically. "Please, be here as soon as you can."

Grant placed the phone receiver back. The shock was overwhelming. His hands were trembling. What he had seen what still unbelievable.

His only child was murdered.