Perhaps they were fighting over their prize, no doubt the bounty on Henry's head.

They hadn't been going for five minutes when he first heard it.

“Henry?”

His name, called out across the darkness in a whisper. The voice was familiar, safe.

“Henry?”

Before he considered what to do, he was already moving towards it, taking any turn along the tunnels that brought him closer.

“Henry.”

The voice was female, the tone resonating in his mind. Someone calling out his name, calling him to them. It was hypnotic. With each step closer, pulses of adrenaline surged through his veins, he had to find the owner of that voice, nothing else mattered.

The tunnel turned off to a small walkway, and beyond that stood a bulky iron door with a port hole, the window clouded over with grime. Henry climbed the ledge, letting Gabriel drop to the floor with an ungracious thud.

“This way, Henry Fellows,” the voice said.

And he did what the voice said, although he did not understand why. If he had, he certainly would have never opened that door.

- Chapter 12 -

Accidents will happen

Instinct kicked in and Alex swung her fist towards her attacker, her blow connecting with flesh as her assailant let out a cry.

“What the hell?” Drew squealed.

Blood poured from his nose as he turned back toward the other PCs, their torches focused on his face. Drew angled his head back, clenching the bridge of his nose, as more blood streamed down the front of his white overalls.

“Drew, I'm so sorry. I thought you... Well, I'm not sure,” Alex said.

“You bloody punched me in the nose!”

The two PCs stared at Alex for a moment as Drew whined on.

“Christ, go and clean yourself up,” Alex said.

Drew left the house and, from the window of the room, Alex watched him head back towards Greys Inn Gardens in almost a run, his head tilted back to try and stem the bleeding.

In the light, the room was quite a different place, empty except for two arm chairs and a table. Along the dirty white walls were splatters of blood, like a modern piece of art, a vivid reminder of the severity of the attack here. How had the victim escaped? A vibration from her jumpsuit pocket startled Alex, and, to her surprise, she found that her phone had come back to life. The device registered thirty percent battery, why had it gone off? Alex took a series of pictures of scene, before making her way past the flurry of white suited forensics technicians that were filing into the house.

All the previous cases had been so clean, but this one was such a mess. Why? For all intents and purposes, you could have said it was a different case, but it was her killer, Alex was sure of it.

Chris was still examining the body when Alex crossed the field, moving with a nervous energy.

“Chris, you found something for me?” Alex said.

“We discovered this piece of jewellery on the victim,” he said pulling open the man's shirt at the top to reveal a small pendant, a silver Celtic triangle. “Only personal effect, so might mean something.”

“Tell me you have something more?”

“Indeed I do. I was looking at the stab wound and something about it felt wrong. The bruising was more apparent at the bottom of the wound than at the top, which was difficult to see through the amount of blood, believe me.