An icy chill disperses the warm, cozy air inside the headmistress’s office the moment the door swings open. A guard stands in the middle of the doorframe, his expression taut, holding up an object in his hand.
“A sincere apology for the interruption, priestess, but you have insisted that we notify you if we find any information of importance.”
Mrs. Humphrey beckons him inside.
The guard rounds us, moving to Mrs. Humphrey’s side and placing a familiar-looking rock onto her desk. “It appears that there is someone inside this building working with the attacker. We found this at the back kitchen door, holding it open.”
I can feel the life draining out of my face.
“We have found evidence that the attacker used it as a point of entry. However, as claimed, they did use Miss Winter’s bedroom
