you did the right thing to tell me . what didnt make sense was the sound of fighting that was coming from their rear . the smell of her blood made my stomach groan . my son was lying , i 'd stake my soul on it . `` is it me you 're afraid of , little one ? '' he knew better than to ask about it now . i concentrated , running through the last three months in my head . on the landing he guessed the front door must be open . 