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I kissed Edward's forehead before leaving. The two detectives in formal suits were standing in front of Edward's room waiting for me. Since I had never seen them before, I said, “My name is Nora, how can I help?” One of the detectives showed me his ID and said, “Mrs Matthew. I am Detective Buchanan, and he is Detective Reynolds. We were assigned to investigate the case of the death of Mr Roco Jameson, and the accident that nearly took the life of his partner, Edward Matthew.”

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

We just shook our heads together and arranged our things. "Oh, I think someone just followed you, Rose," Noella informed. I frowned at her and raised an eyebrow. She presented her laptop to me. My lips parted when I saw Dela Merced at the bottom of the building we were in. “Fuck!” I felt strong urge and rushed to act. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called his number that I had asked Daddy's secretary before while quickly running downstairs. Fortunately, he answered that too after a few rings.

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she explained, “but never steady or consistent. That’s been the problem. Whenever I call the police, things go quiet.” I stood up and looked at Nora. “I’d like to take a look around the place if that’s okay. Nora has some paperwork for you while I do that.” “You’ll take the case?” she eagerly asked. I nodded. “I can’t make any promises, but we’ll do our best to get to the bottom of what’s going on.”

D.E.A POLICE DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE POLICE KALEB SAAVEDRA’’S OFFICE “Everything has been quiet, don't you think, Kaleb?” Rose asked, sitting down in front of Kaleb's desk as she prepared her coffee. It'd been days since something important had arisen. No matter how much Rose, Kaleb, and the entire team worked to find answers, they just found that whatever mafia was behind it, they were expanding themselves faster and with new methods and goods to infect people.

Veyron, what are you concealing? I used a paperclip I discovered on the desk to pick the lock, a technique I had learned in my less respectable days. With a gentle crack, the lock opened, and I turned the pages. Every item, which described meetings and transactions, was painstakingly written. Initially, it seemed to be the uninteresting digressions of a businessman, but then I saw it. "R-shipment verified. I've been paid. Complete cooperation is anticipated. R. Rogues? As I kept looking through the entries, my fingers became tense around the book's edge. The allusions to "R," one after the other, were increasingly damning:

Goodness! Drystan straightened his coat, turning to Rocco who had a smile on his face. Drystan’s gaze turned cold and he glared dagger at Rocco. “What?” Rocco cracked clear his throat, arranging his posture and scraping every trance of smile from his face. “Nothing… Rocco whispered, smiling from within. ***** Rosealba arrived at the Nobel write agency, her heart thrumming against her ear. Every step she took was a defense to the drumbeat of her racing heart.

I ended up on a couch between Rose and Nate at one point. “Ugh. I’m getting sick of reading about rogues,” Rose complained. “Give me your phone. I want your opinion on this.” “No! I’m not letting you near my phone!” I handed my phone to Nate who put it in his pocket. “How can you be sick of rogues? You live off of those crappy werewolf novels.” “Well, I’ll admit that the last two years have opened my eyes to some faults in these.” She sighed. “I can now recognize the use of rogues in these stories for what they are.”