By the time I returned to the mansion, the air had changed again. Not in a way anyone unfamiliar with the house would notice, but the change was there. The police were still present, and from the look of things, they were already wrapping up. Some of them stood near the entrance, while others moved through the halls with purpose. The staff kept their distance, speaking in lower tones, stepping carefully as if the wrong movement might draw attention. It was almost orderly. Almost. “Mr. Dhark,” one of the officers approached as I stepped inside. “We’re continuing the investigation into the incident at the event.” “I’m aware,” I stated. He nodded, professional. “We’ll try to keep disruption minimal.” He said, in an attempt to reassure me. “That won’t be necessary,” I replied. “Do what you need to.” I didn’t wait for a response. My gaze moved past him immediately, and landed on the blonde woman standing further in. Margot Sinclair. She was speaking to someone
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