Sick of the supercilious expression of Detective Inspector Shaw, Jake battled to restrain himself. The daily interrogations had reached a new low in his opinion, and this latest offensive suggestion made him lose his composure.
“I don’t care what deals you want to strike or what you say.” His voice reached a new shrillness. “I didn’t kill Liv –” He didn’t finish his denial, and a look of abject terror induced Shaw to follow his gaze.
The policeman’s eyes widened, his eyebrows shot up, and his mouth fell open. Jake had smelt the same graveyard odour as before and seen the hideous skull-like face with remnants of grey-green decaying flesh and red eyes fixed on them from across the room. In the bony grasp of the creature from Hell glinted a battle-axe.
Seeing the tense white face of the de
