Several of the bookcases had been ripped from the wall, the paneling itself removed to show the studs and cats on the interior support system. Only one wall had escaped such an ignoble fate. Gordon was nailed to the smoke-stained paneling, arms outstretched and legs together. Crucified. Wrists and throat were sliced to the bone, his blood pooling underneath the corpse and trailing away in a slim stream dribbling out under the kitchen door. White things in the dark pool seemed to be his missing fingers, and other bodily parts.