Grace runs into George and Lockwood on a job. It was a simple job type one, but it turns sour rather quick. The three need to work together or else they could all die. Will she become one of the team?
Grace has amazing touch, sight, and she's a dece...
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"We're agents. This is our job." George demanded as the group was dragged out of Combre Carey Hall.
"We're employed to be here. You have no right to do this," Lockwood hissed. They came face to face with Barnes and Wade who were patiently waiting outside for them.
"I gave you an order not to work," Barnes glared at Lockwood. Grace was glaring at both of them. She was still pissed about the other day when they forced her to go face Kinbott.
"Yes, sir, you did and I understand-" Lockwood tried to explain, but he didn't like that.
"Shut up!" Barnes snapped. Lockwoods body deflated as he stepped back by Grace. "I knew you couldn't follow the rules, for even one night. But you'll listen now. Anthony Lockwood, George Karim, Lucy Carlyle, and Grace Whitlock. I'm arresting you for conducting an unlicensed psychical investigation in direct violation of DEPRAC ruling."
"We've just survived an attempted murder. John Fairfax killed Annabel Ward, and he brought us here to kill us too," Lockwood explained. Barnes's expression changed. He looked at Wade for a moment.
"And this is the same John Fairfax who your department has been hand and glove with for the last decade." Grace looked out at the gravel seeing another vehicle pull up hastily. She didn't like all the DEPRAC vans being here.
"Sir, it's true. He strangled her and left her in the chimney to rot." Lucy added motioning to her neck.
"Why would I believe a word you say, Carlyle?" He asked slightly skeptical.
"She isn't lying," Grace argued. Barnes looked at Grace.
"Sir, we have proof," George added pulling the picture out of his pocket. "This entire job was a trap. Ask Ellie. She heard Fairfax confess too." George handed Barnes the photo.
"If this is true then that means-" Kipps walked over looking slightly out of breath.
"Inspector Barnes? Sorry to interrupt, Sir. The deputy commissioner has just arrived," Kipps held his chin high. Barnes motioned to the group folding up the photo.
"Get them in the van," He ordered Kipps before walking towards the commissioner.
"Inspector," Lockwood called. "You have to believe me."
"Barnes," Grace hissed. Barnes turned back toward them. Putting the photo into his pocket.
"Not now, Whitlock," He sighed turning his back. The group was forced into a van Kipps smiling near the door.
"They're saying you killed John Fairfax," Kipps mocked. Grace rolled her eyes as she got in trying to ignore him. "Guess you'll make the papers after all."
"What are you even doing here?" George scoffed pulling himself into the van.
"I'm Fittes's special liaison," Kipps stood in front of the door. Grace seriously thought about just slamming her foot into his face.
