“Blood,” Cameron said quietly. “And a smear here, on the gate.” Ian’s heart pounded so rapidly he was nearly sick. As Fellows came out to see what was going on, Ian caught the inspector by the collar and shoved his face at the stains. “Bloody hell, your lordship,” Fellows bleated. “Find her,” Ian said. He jerked Fellows upright. “You’re a detective. Detect something.” Cameron opened the gate and stepped into the alley. “Ian’s right, Fellows. Do your damn job.” Hart put a hand on Ian’s shoulder. “Ian.” Ian twisted away, unable to bear his touch. If Beth was dead . . .
