The small room smells unmistakably of blood. Four toasted sandwiches lie on the draining board, spread with butter and marmalade. But Monty McCormack, 73, and his nine year old granddaughter Kayla never got to eat them. Instead, the grandfather’s blood is smeared over the wall by Kayla’s bed, where he was bludgeoned to death with … Fortsätt läsa Bloody trail of murder in South Africa