If Lorraine heard the one running, it didn't show. Her unblinking gaze was levelled on Greg.<i>I'm going in</i>, she thought.<i>And God help us if you try to stop me.</i>She took a step forward, raising the phone to her ear. "An emergy on Piledriver Lane," she stated. "One man covered in blood, other fled. Screaming from inside the house."  Another tense step forward. She thought he would attack her, expected it, but he turned and ran. "Man is running. I'm going to check on the girl." She was already sprinting towards the door. With Greg gone no one stood between her and the bloodied door. She raced towards it, trying the knob with one hand as she held her phone with the other.