The Soul Trade: Judas Investigations: Book One by Edward Rose

Author:Edward Rose [Rose, Edward]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

The journey back to the office was nerve-wracking, but there was no sign of Cain. I assumed he’d gone to hang upside-down in his crypt, or whatever it was he did at night. That reassuring thought was completely ruined by the sight that greeted me as I walked up the last couple of stairs leading to the landing and the doorway to my tiny domain.

The door was hanging off its hinges, with most of the glass from the inset panel spread across the floor. A few crunching steps took me across the threshold, allowing me a proper look at the carnage inside.

The office had seen better days. In fact, it had never seen a worse one. Never tidy at the best of times, my filing system had become increasingly reliant upon remembering which of the teetering piles of papers balanced about the place contained my latest case files, which contained urgent bills, and which were safe to leave untouched for another month or two. I’m pretty sure that the papers at the bottom of a couple of the piles were starting to fossilise.

Whoever had busted in the door had done a similarly thorough job on the rest of the place, and my once comfortably familiar stacks of paperwork were scattered haphazardly across the office.

Every drawer of my desk had been pulled open, a couple completely removed and left upended on the floor, little wooden rafts abandoned on the chaotic sea of paperwork covering most of the floor.

Even Samson’s basket had been turned over, the old cushion moulded over the years into his exact size and shape ripped into pieces, its cheap stuffing mixed in with the rest of the surrounding mess.

A shiver ran down my spine… Samson. He’d been here when I left and wasn’t one for going out during the day, preferring to preserve his energy for his night-time liaisons. If he had been here when the office had been hit…

Whoever did this had been in a hurry, not worried about making a noise or a mess, and that would presumably include taking apart anyone unfortunate enough to be in the place.

Samson could be a miserly pain in the ass, but I had gotten used to him being about the place, so the thought of some thug carving him up wasn’t something I wanted to settle in my brain for too long. On the plus side, I couldn’t see any chunks of fur or splatters of blood, which could be taken as a good sign. On the other hand, the fact that he could talk meant he could be questioned, so perhaps whoever had done such a good job of tearing my office apart had also dragged Samson away to somewhere where they could wring some answers out of him in their own sweet time.

I’m not a huge fan of being tortured, although in my long and colourful career there have been a couple of occasions when I’ve had the misfortune. It certainly wasn’t something I wanted Samson to go through.

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