Chapter 3
Even from the outside the house looked different, as if it was vacant and had been for a long while—which Mika knew was partially the truth.
It is vacant—and lifeless. Everything that made it not only a house but a home is gone.
He unlocked the front door, stepped inside, and instantly felt deep pain mixed with anger when the first thing he saw was the dried blood on the living room carpet. Evidence of where his mother and brother had been so viciously murdered.
Then he noticed something else. Every drawer in the desk was standing open, as were the doors in the cabinet which had served as a TV stand. The cushions on the sofa and the armchair were askew; the two photos above the sofa weren’t quite straight.
He hurried into the kitchen. All the cabinet drawers and doors were s
