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“Possibly, but the angle at which he was lying makes that theory impossible and besides there could not fail to be traces of blood on the marble of the seat.” “Unless they were washed away?” The doctor shrugged his shoulders. “That is hardly likely. It would be to no one’s advantage to give an accident the appearance of murder.” “Quite so,” I acquiesced. “Who found the body?” “Nikki Fritz.” “The actress?” “Former actress.” Dr Madsen corrected. “She is now engaged to Tristan Danvers.” “Lord Danvers?”

Marvin spontaneously exuded, racing off as well to which Elsie dashed after him. Getting to the entrance of the library, they snuggled their way through the massive crowd who were groaning and moaning over whatever they had witnessed. On encountering what it was, Marvin instinctively halted in his track, unable to move; his eyes wide with shock and his knees suddenly felt numb as he slum to the floor- right beside Elosie's motionless body. For a moment, his voice failed him and he felt his tongue stuck to the top of his mouth as he stared at the body with eyes which danced with unshed tears. Elsie couldn't hold back her pain and anguish as she welled over her friend's body. Just then, a note

Margaret held her head high and strutted inside, and the door slammed shut behind her. The librarian turned around before I could slip away and gasped when she saw me standing there. “You’re dripping water all over the carpet!” she hissed, shooing me away. “Shoo, shoo!” “Sorry,” I muttered, shooting the door one last curious look before hurrying out of the library. I rushed to the car and climbed inside, shivering already from how soaked I was. Well, that was… odd. I wondered what Margaret was doing in the restricted section, but knowing her, it was probably just research for her next blood diamond ring or some kind of forbidden cosmetic surgery.

Goddess, I hated that word almost as much as I hated keeping up with Alpha Hunter’s ruse. Setting my breakfast down on a nearby table, Sterling hummed quietly. As he turned, his lips twitched clearly fighting a smile. “Actually, I was referring to you sleeping in the library, but by all means you may continue.” I gave him a flat glare which coaxed a chuckle from him, “Fine, but remember you’re the one who said it, not me.” His eyes dropped, scanning my rumpled clothes with interest. “Did you know a ghost roams this very library? Some old scholar type who died of a heart attack in the armchair right over there by the window. He tells me you found something but won’t elaborate on what it is.”

Scarlett was gone. I could still feel the tug in my chest, though it burned less hot now than it had before. Grabbing Marla’s hand I yanked her along behind me, not saying a word. What was there to say? We ended up at the library. I looked down at the map, still open on my phone in my hand, and up at the building. It was the library. The very same one. “This is so fucking weird,” Marla muttered. “Yeah, I know.”

He closed the door and sighed hoping it was not what he was thinking "How is your wife?" "Ehm.. My wife is OK" Jude squeezed his brow in confusion wishing she would just head to the dam point " What's wrong Betty?" "What did you put in my drink?" Betty stared at her nails as she flattered it's shiny tips "They are beautiful, when did you fix them" Jude felt he needed to change the subject "Ohh, my nails.. Thanks, I fixed them this morning, I know they would be very useful" "OK" "So.. You left my question hanging" Betty said

’ An already masked Clarissa whispered. ‘Found it. 43265, right?’ Clarissa walked over to the table, carefully side-stepping the tightly packed tables. She pulled the white sheet draped over the table to reveal Maddie’s pale body. The body reeked of formaldehyde and antiseptics. She placed the tray on a nearby empty table and wrapped her hair into a bun. Her eyes roamed the naked body before her. there was no sign of any recent injury. She prodded the flesh on her skin and met with stiff, unpliable covering probably from the formaldehyde used to clean her up. Her pale skin had already taken a greenish tint.

The flicker of candlelight danced along the spines of old books as Lord Elias poured himself a glass of deep red liquid. The library, hidden deep in the manor’s west wing, smelled of aged parchment and preserved blood—a sacred space for old minds and older secrets. Marcus entered without knocking. As always. “You called,” he said, pulling off his gloves and tucking them into his coat. “Is this about Ava?” Lord Elias didn’t answer immediately. He turned toward the tall window overlooking the forest, where the trees swayed like they whispered truths the world wasn’t ready to hear.

The number hung slightly crooked on the door. Vivian pushed it open. Nobody spoke. For a moment, nobody seemed capable of speaking. The room wasn't large. Perhaps twenty feet by twenty feet. Metal shelves lined three walls. Cardboard boxes filled most of them. Hundreds of folders. Photographs. Binders. Storage containers. Nothing dramatic. Nothing cinematic. Something worse. Organization. Someone had cared enough to categorize everything. Mara entered first. Her eyes immediately began moving. Reading labels. Dates. Names. Patterns.