6. Revelations (Part I)

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She decided not to tell anyone what she discovered that night, not immediately at least.

Actually, she tried to look as comfortable as possible when she came back to the hotel and, in the following phone call with her family, she pretended to be happy and relaxed. Only late at night, when everyone was sleeping, she found the courage to read the several pages she had stolen from Daniel's house...and every word she read was a new and disturbing discovery.
And once she finished, she started to really worry for her life...if someone had decided to kill Daniel in such a specific way, writing down all the details of his death... she could have been the next victim!!

Suddenly she felt so scared she could hardly breathe. She opened a window and started to look down in the street, terrified by the idea of finding there a killer ready to shoot her.
But the street was empty and even the hotel was so silent that seemed completely abandoned.

She checked that the door was locked and then she sat on her bedroom, trying to figure out, if possible, who was Daniel's killer and also why his death was already decided weeks before the day he actually died. That was like a joke...an awful joke.

She continued to look at the notes with a very sad and confused expression; all of them were printed and only a few words were handwritten, so it was impossible to understand who was the writer.

However, there was something in the description of Daniel's death, a certain number of details that seemed almost familiar to Charlotte. It was like she knew the person behind all of this...but which person? That was the problem because, in the heat of the moment, she wasn't sober enough to really take all possibilities into consideration.

She took for granted that those papers were put in Daniel's office only after his death, together with other documents regarding more recent events in Newcastle; but at the same time the entire description of his murder was written "in the future", not like an obituary notice, but more like a real plan organized in every specific detail. That was what confused her the most.

D. will have to stand in the middle of the room... was one of the sentences He will wait until the door opens... and many other scary information were written all over the pages. Even her name was mentioned a couple of times...
It almost seemed like a script, like something prepared for a theatrical play...but at the end of the story, Daniel had died for real.

She really wasn't able to understand what was happening but kept thinking about a possible solution for many hours, all night long and never really tried to sleep. She knew she would have never rested and, also, she would have felt guilty to relax in a situation like that.

The only possible solution was to look for help, to talk about it with someone... And Charlotte immediately realized that Mark, her boss in Bath, was the person she was looking for.

He was clever and his experience as a long-time agent could have been fundamental to remove the doubts about the case of Daniel's death; for sure it was dangerous to confess to Mark all those details about her past, but what else could she do?

Her boss was the only person able to help her, and she needed help. She really needed it this time, because all those doubts were almost driving her crazy.

Also, Mark was a friend, and she knew she could trust him. Or at least that was what she thought.

He will hate me when he finds out everything, said to herself Charlotte, with a little smile. She didn't want to hurt him, but she had to be sincere with him.
She just had to hope that their friendship was stronger than all these difficulties.

The following day she was already coming back to Bath. She didn't like Newcastle anymore and, after the revelations of the previous night, she wanted to never come back to that town for many, many years in the future; from now on, it would have been her family to come to visit her in the South of England, not the contrary.

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