Prologue
It was very late and the entire house lay in darkness. The silence that seeped from the house was complete. Nothing moved within its walls. Ben Cartman lay in deep sleep in the upstairs bedroom, with his wife resting mutely beside him. Peace had settled over the house and everyone inside relaxed, deep in slumber. The road outside was just as serene with neither dogs barking nor cars rushing passed.
An hour later, Ben woke from his sleep. He had heard something which had disturbed his sleep and brought him back from the world of his dreams. He looked around the room to familiarise himself with his surroundings. He blinked several times, trying to bring himself back to the harshness of reality. He was still half asleep when he heard another noise. Even in his sluggish state he recognised it immediately. It was the sound of a key turning in a lock.
He propped himself up in his bed and listened more closely. The key had turned and he could now make out the sound of a door being opened and closed. Whoever was doing so took care to be as quiet as possible but failed to hide the sound completely. Ben was intrigued now and he got fully up out of bed, put on his dressing gown and crept out of the bedroom to go in search of the mystery intruder.
He inched his way along the hall and peered over the stairs. He remained there for what felt like hours looking over at the site below.
A man was in the hallway, wearing a neat black suit. He was a young man of average height He had with him three large black bags. He stood there with his back turned to Ben, pressing buttons on a hand-held device. Ben stared on in disbelief.
He lay there for a few more minutes before he decided he had to move. He knew what was going to happen next. He could feel the sense of sheer terror creeping up his spine and his blood froze, his heart stopped. He had waited for this day for years and now it was upon him he was unable to move. He had to get them out. He had to get away. He slowly edged himself from the stairs and tried to return quietly to his bedroom.
“Don’t move, Benjamin,” said the man. “I know you're there.”
Ben froze. He turned back to see the man still had his back turned and was still using the device in his hand. So after a split second, Ben ran.
He ran in to his bedroom shouting and screaming, “Get up Jane! Get up and run!”
Awoken by her husband’s cries, Jane sat bolt upright in bed and looked over at the door to see her husband burst in and stand in the door frame. Screaming at her and telling her to run. But he was too late. A second later a gunshot sounded. Then another. Then another. The whole house filled with screams and shouts. Moments later, it was silent once more.
*
Police arrived twenty minutes later after neighbours overheard the commotion. After searching the house they found Ben’s body with two bullet holes lying face down in the bedroom. Jane’s body lay on the kitchen floor with a knife jammed into her skull. But their 6 year old son was nowhere to be found. He had gone…
