Next Gwen stated, “The actual proof sits inside a sealed metal container beneath the storage basement of our initial leased property along Miller Street.”
I fluttered my eyelids. “That property was partially demolished many years in the past.”
“The base structure remains present.”
Leon glanced at my face. “We ought to head there this evening.”
I visited Carl.
He rested on his front steps gripping a hot drink cup and grinned once his eyes landed on me. “You appear exhausted.”
I maintained a blank expression. “Leon uncovered an item inside the loft. A note. It brought up Blackwood Church.”
For a single moment, his face turned rigid.
Following that, he grinned once more. “Ancient spots cause folks to picture odd scenarios.”
He moved nearer. “Should you uncover any actual items, you ought to deliver them to my desk.”
His tone sounded soft. Overly soft.
I departed lacking any reply.
That night Paige trapped me inside the cooking area. Paige was nineteen, brilliant like shattered crystal, and completely unable to be tricked.
“You are feeding us falsehoods,” she stated.
“I am avoiding any falsehoods.”
“You are concealing a secret.”
I gazed at her, next passed her Leon’s mobile. “Should he cease replying this evening, ring the regional cops. Avoid the city ones. Regional.”
She gazed intensely at me. “For what reason?”
“Since I suspect Carl plays a role in whatever situation occurred with your mom.”
Her complexion drained. “Are you being genuine?”
“Absolutely genuine.”
