I turned to address the others, intending to tell Maureen and Hemi to split and regroup later while I disposed of the body. Before I could speak, Samson flew over our heads, crashing through the second-story glass facade of the mansion. Dermot’s high, maniacal, laughter echoed behind me, and that’s when I knew things were about to go to hell in a hand-basket.
Sampson tore apart someone but who??
