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"Jake, are you there?" there was no answer as Jordan's soft voice travelled through the door of the Jake's house. Jordan had pushed the doorbell four times yet there was no answer. Jordan knew that Jake was home because he had just called him half an hour ago. Jordan tried knocking on the door. As he knocked the door opened slightly, he pushed harder opening it more to find that the place had been robbed, books were scattered, and tables and chairs were up turned. It was like a war zone. He knew that he must phone the police to report it but he had to find Jake first. He started off with the ground floor first. His place was a two-storey house. Jake has been with a very promising accountancy firm for 7 years; from his job he was able to afford the house with mortgage paid off. Jake lived alone. As Jordan walked carefully through the family room, making sure not to touch anything, he was amazed at how the place looked, how much destruction had been created. As he slowly walks he continued to call out. "Jake? Where are you?" nothing. Not a whisper, not a cry. He feared the worst for Jake. Is he here somewhere, did he step out for a second and this happened when he was gone, did they take him? Jordan knew that he must have a clear mind to get through all the mess or he would become apart of it. All around him was mess but no Jake. He decided to venture to the second floor. He tried the study first, the robbers must have found the secret safe that Jake had showed him because the books were on the floor and the safe in the book case itself was wide open and empty. The next room was the rumpus room. The computer was missing, so was the stereo and entertainment system. All the chairs had deep slashes in them from knives. Cue sticks were broken in half. Last room of all and he had not seen Jake yet, it took a lot of courage to open the door this time. "Jake are you in there?" nothing. As he opened the door he was shocked at what he saw. Jake was face down on his bed with bullet holes to the upper body from the back. Jordan almost fainted from the sight of the blood on the walls. He went to the side of Jake's bed to look at him one last time. As he picked the phone he knew now that he had to call the police to report the robbery and murder of his best friend.