On the other side of the door, they found…nothing. A small, clean living room greeted them as they crossed the threshold, guns held ready before them. Detective Lucy Johnson took a quick look around the room while her partner checked out the next room, behind a door on the wall to the right. He came back a few moments later.
“The den is all clear,” he reported.
According to the call they’d received, murder suspect Jared Martin was supposed to be hiding out in this house. The anonymous tip had sounded genuine, so she and Mike Evans had rushed over. They had entered the house with the assumption that he would be there, armed and dangerous and ready to fire on them the moment they opened the door.
That didn’t happened, which made her suspicious.
“Let’s check the rest of the house,” she told him. “You check down here, I’ll head upstairs.”
“Right. Be careful.”
She nodded and headed for the second floor while Mike went through the double doors at the back of the living room to check out the kitchen.
She had just finished checking the first two bedrooms at the top of the stairs – both clean, and the whole floor was suspiciously quiet – when she heard Mike call for her. She hurried back downstairs.
Her partner was standing by the doors to the kitchen. She frowned at the disturbed look on his face.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“You should see this. Let me warn you, it’s not pretty.”
Her frown deepened as he led her back into the kitchen, through the back door, and to the shed in the back yard. She noted obvious drag marks in the grass leading from the back door to the shed, as well as a few small dark spots that she suspected were blood.
Mike opened the shed doors. “Look at this,” he told her grimly.
Lucy peered inside and gasped.
This short story blurb is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:
It is also a continuation of the story I started a few weeks ago for the SoCS prompt “side”: