An hour passed and the house was trashed. Not damaged or destroyed physically, but it was like Neates House was a full-sized countryside snow globe that had been shaken by a toddler. Piles of the house's once-organised contents were strewn around each room. Clothes were in bundles on the floor and chairs were stacked-up against the walls. Fraser walked the length of the ground floor, inspecting each room. The officers stood still in their respective domain, waiting for the order to ...