THE HEIRESS THEY BURRIED
Whatever Isabella had left for them, she'd left it in full.
"You should rest," Elara said quietly.
"So should you."
Neither of them moved.
By mid-morning, the group had gathered in the estate's study, exhaustion sitting heavy over all of them, the videotape's television still pushed against the wall where they'd left it the night before.
The conversation split almost immediately.
"Blackwood Archive B is the only real lead we have," Alexander said, pacing near the window. "We know where it is now, or close enough. We go, we find whatever's there, we keep moving."