Chapter 40. Bombs

“I’d call the police!” Connor’s scream brought Damien back.

 “No! Don’t!” he screamed back. “This’s beyond them for now. Let’s be sure how many survivors and the damage done first.”

 Connor came down from the car, looking confused but he slipped back his phone into his pocket. “Fine. Let’s go in.”

 His cousin nodded. With the way it looked, the culprits might have been long gone. If they dropped any message, it’d be inside the house.

 “And if this is really Debby, she wouldn’t kill Selena or my mother. Neither would she keep a bomb waiting for us. I’d hope on that.” He whispered within himself.

 His brain was yet to formulate why the little girl would go that far to show her hatred for his wife but he’d get that answer later.

 “Arya, stay in the driver’s seat.” He gestured. “Lock it and be ready to run if anyone comes out after we go in, okay?”

 She nodded and rushed to the seat. Her driving skills were poo