The sticky note remained between Aria's fingers long after the office had fallen silent.
YOUR'E FINALLY LOOKING IN THE RIGHT PLACE
The handwriting wasn't familiar, but it was deliberate. Every letter perfectly spaced. Aria slowly looked around the caretaker's office, the fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead. The printer rested quietly against the far wall.
Her coffee had gone cold beside the keyboard.
Nothing appeared disturbed.
Yet someone had entered the room. Or known she would. She looked toward the locked office door, it was still locked.
She distinctly remembered turning the key after Lydia left. Her pulse quickened, the note couldn't have appeared by itself. The thought unsettled her more than she cared to admit. It wasn't a random warning but a response. Someone inside
