SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT: The Faceless Ones

THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

The dead man was in the living room, face down on
the floor beside the coffee table. His name had
been Cameron Light, but that was back when his
heart had a beat and his lungs had breath. His
blood had dried into the carpet in a large stain
that spread outwards from where he lay. He’d been
stabbed, once, in the small of the back. He was
fully clothed, his hands were empty and there was
no other sign of disturbance in the room.
Valkyrie moved through the room as she had
been taught, scanning the floor and surfaces, but
managing to avoid looking...