We left the restaurant immediately. Jasper drove fast. Too fast. "Slow down," I said. "She's in your house, Eleanor." His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. I'd never seen him this tense. We pulled up to the estate fifteen minutes later. Police cars were already there. Lights flashing in the darkness. Officers stood outside with Stevens. "Miss Eleanor." Stevens hurried over as we got out of the car. "Thank goodness you're safe." "What happened?" "Security spotted an intruder entering through your bedroom window. By the time officers arrived, she'd already fled." "She's gone?" "Yes, miss. Escaped through the gardens before we could apprehend her." A female officer approached us. "Miss Winters? I'm Detective Harris. We responded to the security alert. The intruder gained access to your bedroom on the second floor." "Can I see it?" I asked. "The room is a crime scene. But yes, briefly." She led us inside. Up the stairs. More officers were in the hallway outside m
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