Page 92 of Doc's Decision

I stumble to a halt in the doorway, Turmoil slamming into my back.

Sera's on her knees, wailing in agony, Mandy's arms around her.

I stare at her gramps, or rather what's left of him.

He's slumped over his desk, blood and brains splattered on the wall behind him, deadeyes staring at nothing.

Bile rises in my throat as I holster my gun.

Turmoil rushes over to his woman.

He drops down next to Sera, gripping her shaking body, pulling her into his chest.

She clings to him and Mandy comes over to me, sad-filled eyes that hurt for her friend.

I know things are fresh, but we have to act. If there are others here, we need to get them help. “Did you find anyone else?”

Instead of answering me, he turns and gives me a sorrowful expression.

Turmoil's ashen face tells me everything I need to know—the rest of the staff didn't make it either.

This was a fucking slaughter. An act of war.

And I got a sick feeling the bloodshed is just getting started...

"I—I can’t believe…" Mandy murmurs, dragging a hand over her face. "I can’t believe someone would do this to their own family."

I meet her gaze, jaw clenched.

It doesn’t matter if you’re blood or not in situations like this.

Sometimes, power gets to people’s heads… and it obviously has with Sally.

Sera's sobs have quieted, but she's still trembling in Turmoil’s arms.

He strokes her hair, trying to offer some semblance of comfort.

God, I don’t think any of us will be able to ease her pain.

Mandy is the voice of reason, her eyes wide and haunted. "We need to call the cops,"

She staggers to her feet, wiping at her tear-streaked face with shaking hands.

"No," she says, her voice like shattered glass. "No cops."

"Sera..." I start, but she whirls on me, eyes blazing with a fury that takes my breath away.

"This washer," she spits, each word dripping with venom. "My mum. She did this, and I will not have the bloody cops getting to her arse before I do!"

Turmoil steps forward, placing a gentle hand on Sera's shoulder. "We'll find her," he promises, his tone low and deadly. "We'll make her pay for this."

Sera nods, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

"Where's Alfred?" she asks suddenly, her voice barely a whisper.

Alfred was the butler, a loyal man who served her grandfather for decades.

He was like family to her.

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