The door to George Campion’s study hung open. Kate could see the edge of the devastation before she reached the opening into the room. The shelves had been emptied, the chairs upturned, the upholstery shredded. The contents of her godfather’s desk were scattered around randomly. Kneeling down behind the desk, she plucked the professor’s ancient cassette player from the wreckage, brushed away some crumbs of sandwich from the top and placed it back where it had sat earlier under a pile of papers. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Back in the hall, Jerry Derham had emerged from the living room. He was tucking away his cell phone. ‘This is now a crime scene for military investigators, and it won’t be made public just yet,’ he said. ‘The police have been notified. The FBI are on their way.’ He gave Kate a sympathetic look. ‘Shall we get you and Lou home?’ Kate wiped away a tear from her chin. ‘Need to get cleaned up,’ she said and turned towards a downstairs bathroom.
