Richard didn’t look down at the mess on the floor or the dark stain seeping into his leather boots.

He turned his eyes straight to the heavy oak cabinet in the corner of the hall.

“That line was cut from the other end,” Richard said.

“That wasn’t a dropped call,” Richard added.

“That was a blow landing.”

“What did she say to you?” William asked, his voice slowing even more as he watched Richard’s face.

“I heard something heavy and metal crash through the phone.”

“She needs to be physically extracted right now,” Richard said.