The Press Lord returned, his file was clutched tight in his hand as the Police followed behind him. But his steps slowed the moment he entered the alley. Elise lay motionless, her body crumpled against the stone, her blood spreading dark beneath her.
Samantha knelt beside her, unmoving. Her eyes could be seen fixed and red from unshed tears. And her face, it was pale in the dim light. She did not speak. She did not look at him. The silence pressed down heavier than the echo of the rifle to the alley.
The Press Lord’s breath caught. He had seen death before, but never like this—never with Samantha Carpenter silent, her gaze was locked on something. Something beyond the alley, beyond him. He lowered the file as his voice faltered, but no words came.
Hospital, Cavelle City.
The corrid
