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Tonight was my chance to solidify Rosa as the person who shot Gideon. If I could find evidence, something solid, it would mean a conviction against her, and it would keep all suspicion away from me. The estate of the Jules, where Rosa served as a maid, was my destination. Her possessions, perhaps a journal, may have the solution. I bided my time until dusk when the campus emptied as students carried themselves back across the quad to the dorms. Putting on my black hoodie, I drove to the compound and parked about a block away to avoid detection. The Jules’ mansion was foreboding, its ivy clinging to the stone and iron imposing in the dimming light. I knew the home’s layout from pack gathering

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

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said Nathan and Jane nodded as well. “I am perplexed,” commented Susn,” Nothing links up at all. Mystery one, Harrison tracks the private eye up here. We follow. Mystery two, we find here Hartland murdered in his house with his house ransacked. Mystery three- how does the Boar fit in all this nonsense? Four, why on earth is Neville Guise is visiting this part of the world? Then what is happening in the Black Gorse Moor and what is with that network of tunnels?” “You left out one more,” Nathan remarked,” Who hired the private eye in the first place, Vermont?”

"New homicide?" "Yes, please we must hustle, umm I want you to break someone's privacy" "Whose privacy?" "Agosto Diaz" I waited for her to retort and it seems she was occupying my time to break this maniac's privacy. While she was doing that - I hunt everywhere in his bedroom because I know all maniac hide their gems beneath the shades and boards. I throw what is covered and what slept down above the pieces of evidence he left behind. "I'm in!" I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time.

“There has to be something. Find it.” The sound of Petrov typing picked up again, faster now, and I could feel the tension building inside me, a pressure that wouldn’t let up until I had something to act on. Anything. After what felt like an eternity, Petrov spoke again. “Okay, I’ve got something. It’s not much, but there are a few places here in the Bahamas where the kind of people who would pull something like this might operate. Shady spots, places where crime bosses and lowlifes hang out. They don’t show up on official records, but if you know where to look…”

It looked impossible to find what she was looking for. "What are you doing here this late?" the voice that came behind Zoe scared her and she turned immediately to see Henry not standing far from her. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" "I wish I could." Zoe breathed out through her mouth. "I am looking for a book titled..." " ‘How to become a better mistress?’ I know just where you find that." "There is a book titled that?" Henry nodded. "I recommended it to every of my mistresses."

That file had been too thick for a small town. And the topmost paper had contained a grainy photograph of a crime scene—one that looked eerily like the park near the bookstore and cafe. Ashwin shivered, gripping his lap as Ishaan drove. “What’s on your mind?” Ishaan asked without taking his eyes off the road. Ashwin hesitated before answering. “The murder cases.” Ishaan’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “You saw something, didn’t you?” “There was a file on the detective’s desk,” Ashwin admitted. “It was labeled ‘Unsolved Homicides – Mount Haven.’ There were a lot of cases.”

Maddox. His name echoed in her thoughts like a drumbeat. It had been days since the failed attack. Days since he vanished into the shadows, like a ghost that refused to be caught. There had been hope—a spark that the police and private investigators would bring news. That he’d slip up. That someone would spot him. But every day ended the same. With silence. When Clara stepped into Alex’s room, she found him half-sitting up, a book in his lap—one of the crime thrillers she’d picked up from the hospital gift shop. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

I gasped and yanked my hand back. A flash—no, a vision—burned across my mind: two wolves locked in battle, blood soaking the earth, howls echoing into a crimson sky. Then a third wolf, silver-eyed and alone, was burying something beneath the stones. I staggered back. Silas caught me, strong arms steadying me before I fell. “What did you see?” he asked, voice urgent. “I…” I struggled to breathe. “There were wolves. Fighting. And something buried here. A talisman, I think.”