EDRIC FINGERED THE bloody necklace, tears burning his eyes.
Alastair came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “That doesn’t mean she’s dead, Edric.”
Edric didn’t respond. There were no words to express his disappointment at finding the room empty. He’d been so sure...
“Hey guys, look at this.”
Edric reluctantly slid his gaze away from Bella’s necklace to where Heathcliffe stood with his head stuck inside a giant wardrobe in the next room. The floor around the wardrobe was littered with clothing and shoes.
Clovis walked up behind the youngest Honeybun brother, shaking his head. “Whoever owns these clothes is gonna be mighty pissed at you for trashing his stuff, 'Cliff.”
Heathcliffe emerged from the wardrobe, frowning at Clovis. “I didn’t do that. This is the way I found it.
