POV :Beatrice.Knock! knock!I heard a knock on the door.She didn't look like a woman who had just seen a tragedy. Her coat was buttoned, and her face was a mask of cold indifference. She looked at me with eyes that were far too calm for the news she was carrying."Mrs. Beatrice," she said flatly, almost bored."It’s late, Mira. Why are you at my doorstep?" I asked."I have news, come with me." she said, stepping past me into the house without even waiting for an invitation.She walked into the center of the lounge and turned to face me as she just stood there, watching me with a strange, knowing glint in her eyes. It was the look of someone holding a match near a trail of gunpowder."Talk," I said, leaning against the doorframe."There was an incident tonight," Mira began, as she spoke calmly "It happened outside Xavier’s house. A car came out of nowhere and was heading straight for Nichole."I felt my grip tighten on my phone, but I kept my face still. "And?"Mira let out a mockery
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