Benny took a step back in horror, looking at the blood that was everywhere. Sometimes he had to clean up after jobs on his fathers order. This was ten times worse thanythibg he’d seen. He covered his mouth, feeling like he was going to throw up. Especially at the sight of such small handprints. Had a child been killed here? Had multiple children?!<br/>There was more blood then what was in a single man’s body, surely.<br/><br/>He had been so horrified and captivated by the crime scene had hadn’t noticed the book until just now. Tearing his eyes away for a moment he approached the book, using his sleeve when he grabbed the knife. A habit he supposed. The police weren’t coming but instinct told him not to get his fingerprints on anything. He opened the book the same way but had to use his fingers to turn the page. The more he read the more horrified he became. At first he was sad and then he was enraged. How could anyone do this to a child?! He leaned against the table, breathing heavily as he tried to hold it in. This definetly was what Ari didn’t want him to see. Benny rushed out of the room, shutting the door behind him before he began his slow walk past the suits of armour that seemed to be staring right into his soul.