‘Here, under the settee,’ one of the men said.
She took a step into the room and saw a hand protruding from beneath the wreck of an upturned settee. The three men pulled it aside and crouched over the figure lying beneath it. Blood had trickled across the face from the left ear, where the force of the explosion had burst an eardrum.
‘Someone call an ambulance!’ It was the policeman who spoke. One of the men broke away from the others to brush past Lisa and clatter down the stairs.
‘Is he dead?’ She heard her own voice reach her from somewhere far away.
The policeman looked up. ‘The settee must have taken the full force of the blast. Do you know him?’
Elliot’s eyes flickered open as Lisa knelt beside him. He felt the warmth of her hand clasping his. As the dust settled he saw her face clearly for the first time.
‘He’s my father,’ she said.
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