Chapter Forty-Two
Police arrived at the home of the Swan's at 03:14 and were met with a scene full of torture, fear and death.
Details are currently sketchy as law enforcement plays their cards close to their chest, revealing few details to the public as they continue their search for the perpetrator.
We know for certain that Chief Charlie Swan and his wife Renee were tortured before finally being killed with a coup de grace, a fatal slash across the neck.
A witness was present at the scene; hiding in a closet was the Swan's daughter. She hid while her parents were slaughtered and emerged hours later when sure that the killer had gone. She is said to have gone to a neighbours, blood on her bare feet as she chanted "They're dead. Oh God, the blood. So much blood."
He closed down the open web browser, the news article disappearing from view. His heart was pounding at what he had just read, adrenaline coursing through his body.
He pulled up another window – a chat messenger – and began to type.
Are you certain you can replicate this? There were few details in the report. How can we torture her in the same way? How can we take her from him?
He waited, impatiently for a reply, his leg bouncing beneath the desk.
I was there. I know exactly how her parents were tortured. I know how they screamed. I know how it felt as I watched their blood arc across the walls. I was there.
Jacob sat back in his chair, exhaling heavily as he took in that reply. He was talking to the killer of Bella's parents. He was sure of it.
And he was sure that he would go through with this plan and take her away from the world.
She had shunned him.
Chosen someone to share her life with who was far above her station.
If he couldn't have her, no one would.
Of that he was sure.