PC Mark Vivian was stood at the rear of Neates House, a leash wrapped around his right arm being tugged by a beast with great strength. The house was beautiful, he thought. It must be amazing to live in such peace and quiet. Of course, nothing was more quiet and peaceful than death, and you did not need massive gardens, trees or a mansion to obtain that. He thought about the bodies inside and cringed. He too had seen more death than he ever needed. He once found a body of a heart ...