As for Aunt Ashford and Abby, they were still unaware that the hotel’s formation had been broken.
Amelia could interrogate them, but after thinking it through, she decided it wasn’t worth the effort.
It was better to keep problematic people in the open, let them expose themselves, and follow the trail to uncover the bigger picture.
She handed Rowan a blackened hairpin.
"Return this to its rightful owner. Put it back inside the house."
Rowan didn’t understand where the hairpin came from.
Not until he arrived at the apartment complex and met with the agent.
Even on his way upstairs, he felt a chill creeping down his back.
The agent found it odd, too.
"Sir, maybe you should check out the place by yourself. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave."
As Rowan stood in the hallwa
