The Blood Devil Chapter 2 A black Mercedes pulled up the gravel driveway. John watched it crunch it's way up to the door, he saw the man jump out, feverishly trying to open his umbrella and half-jog to the door and walk in as the long blue and white ribbons of tape fluttered in the wind. The raindrops dribbled down the window as he watched the black car disappear into the early morning fog. He heard the muffled voices of two men climbing the stairs. He heard and saw all of this but it didn't register. He stared blankly out the window. Is mind filled with the same question: Who? Who did it? It had spread through is head like a disease. All consuming. He stared at a tree through a drop of water. Unblinking. So focused on the question in his head, he didn't register the man standing beside him until he spoke. "John," his head snapped round, "are you okay." The man stood before him was tall, fair haired and well built. Early twenties, John thought. "John MacMadden I presume, my names Callum, I believe we've met before. I'm detective on this case. You need anything, ask me." With that he left, John left gaping. "Not Callum", he thought, "Oh god not him." ••• Callum left the room. It hurt to see his old boss like this, but it was probably his own fault after what happened. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he has finally gone off the rails and murdered his own wife.