Red Ink Amount Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He held it up to the light. “Filter paper.” That came from down below. Julian stood in the center of the room, looking up at us. “Red acetate. A favorite of our grandfather’s, particularly useful for revealing hidden messages. I don’t suppose the text of that book is written in red?” I flipped to the first page. “Black ink,” I said. I kept flipping. The color of the ink never changed, but a few pages in, I found a word that had been circled in pencil. A rush of adrenaline shot through my veins. “Did your grandfather have a habit of writing in books?” I asked.

Judging from the deep lines and jagged lettering, the scribblings on the paper seem to have been carved in. Everything is written in red ink. Written in bold letters at the top of the paper is "CONTRACT." It glows with intensity, its gold and red colors blending together like the flames of lava. My gaze skips the fine print, zeroing in on the familiar scribble in the bottom left corner - my signature.

” He doesn't sound convincing. “I. Know it's him. I only need to back my theory up.” I say as Andrew walks in, holding the diary. He closes the door behind him. “Alpha Drake, you won't believe it. I too wasn't believing but the evidence is glaring. We were not analysing the diary properly. I looked closely and there are things written in invisible ink. When I subjected them to some chemicals, here is what I found.” He hands over the opened diary to Drake. Drake looks at it and scratches his head. He rises from his seat and paces his office.

THE RED FINANCE Frowning at the title, she looked at the other files. None were named as such. Taking a deep breath, she opens it and was instantly bombed with new information. It wasn’t like the others she went through since morning. It wasn’t printed but handwritten. It lacked graphs and spreadsheets. It didn’t carry any annual report or contract details. Like many others, it was a black and white copy of the original ones. Lauren was 100% sure it was Stefan’s penmanship. The ‘F’ of the finance was reverse. Only he wrote F that way. She licked her lips as she squinted her eyes to read and her face contorted to disbelief.

A child, that never lived past infancy. My heart broke in sadness at the loss. I had never gotten to know any of Alexanders family, bar Lucille. And now seeing their names so starkly on the page, it was unnerving. So many young lives lost in such a short amount of time. But unlike their mother, and all those human names that had come in the pages before, there was something unusual about the found names written on the page. They were not red, nor were they black. Instead, they were written in a deep purple. The sort of colour you may get when mixing a small amount of black to the bright red of the witched ink.

I reached out, my fingers brushing the plastic casing of the test on the vanity. I flipped it over. The white window wasn't empty. There was no room for interpretation. No "faint line" that I could blame on a faulty batch or a trick of the light. The blue ink was bold, stark, and final. Two lines. WHAT!!!! No! That's impossible.

The old handwriting continued across the page. Then I noticed the newer writing.Black ink.Sharper.Cleaner.Written between the original lines.My chest tightened.Those notes weren't ancient.They had been added much later."When were these written?""We don't know.""You said the ledger was ancient.""It is.""Then someone came back and wrote in it.""Exactly."I looked closer.