We followed her scent down the hallway. Though it was overridden by the odour of tobacco, urine and blood, we could still perceive her unique smell. It was like a beacon.

The farther we went, the more intense it became until we got to a door. Without waiting, I kicked it down and rushed in with Fred, to an empty room.

We stopped, and looked around, sniffing the air to be certain we didn't make any mistake with it. The onslaught of her scent made me know we were in the right place. There was no ...