*Lupo*
At half past two, I unlock the door, cross the threshold into my residence, and come to a halt.
Something feels different. Maybe it's because I rarely find myself here at this time, except for last night. But as I ponder, I realize it's more than that. It feels different. It doesn't seem as empty. A lamp has been left burning on the first step of the stairs, as if she had thought... or perhaps hoped... I would return early.
I hadn't planned to. I went to the Alpha Agency to inquire about any murders that might have taken place the night before. I spoke with inspector James Swindler, a family friend who wouldn't question my unusual curiosity. Unfortunately, the inspector confirmed that there were killings, but all the victims had been identified. None of them seemed to be the Alph
