Travis Redgrave tried to call the cops on his mobile phone, but couldn’t. He dialled, pressed ‘call’, but nothing happened. Three tries and nothing. No number seemed to work.
Trapped and unable to communicate. They made it clear they were outside, so calling for help wouldn’t work.
You didn’t recognise her?
The words rolled over in his head.
No.
He didn’t.
He stood up and headed for the laundry, legs still weak. He used the stairs this time, ambling towards the toilet.
Collapsing against the door, he noticed his stomach was starting to hurt.
Looking down, he saw blood.
God.
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Travis Redgrave is not having a good morning.
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