CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

“Woah.. What the fuck happened here?”

The following morning, Detectives Paz and Selena, who'd been informed of an incident at the house in a certain residential area that looked to be more than it seemed, had shown up to the house with Omari and Snyder in accompaniment, who hadn't even known that it had any connection with Mercedes and had just simply wanted some investigative action.

The house was a mess; windows had been smashed up, the door had been taken off its hinges, the expensive flat screen TV had been ripped out of the wall and smashed, the couches had been turned upside down, the walls had been battered by what looked like baseball bats, wardrobes and cupboards had been destroyed, portraits hanging on the walls had been thrown down and around. It looked as though someone had been paid to make the house uninhabitable forever.

“And, the weird thing is, people living around here say that they didn't hear any gunshots or screams; just the breaking of glass and sounds of c