Inheritance Of Secrets

Tragic dinners

I felt like I was spending every minute studying kidnappings and other murder cases. It's a distraction for me. Being in the library with books sprawled all over the table. I can almost guarantee Amerie's case was not an already known killer. I hadn't found any similar cases yet. It felt so slow to be going through all these books that would have no connection to the case. I needed to go somewhere else. To a different library. My "Library".

I stood up with a sigh and packed up all remotely helpful books. I had to go there. It would be the only way I would get any information on previous cases. The second I was able to open the door and walk out I crashed into someone making me drop the three books and stack of papers I was holding. I nearly fell back but their arm snaked around my waist pulling me toward them as I gripped their shirt for stability. I look up to see a pair of grey eyes glaring at me. I quickly stepped back, letting go of my hand on his shirt, making him let go of my waist.

"Sorry," I mumble as I squat down to pick up the things I dropped.

I look back up at him staring down at me. His eyebrows pointed inward on his face, his left lip tilted and his left eye squinted. He was concerned, slightly annoyed and very impatient.

I stand up with my books and papers back in my hands. "Looking for me?"

"Yes." he paused for a fraction of a second, "I went to check the red will."

"And you have also gone and found the Winchester rifle in the armoury."

"Yes," He continued, "It was an eight because this clue had one etched into it."

"Jameson already found it," I told him. His face sank a bit. He wanted to win and he wanted to be first. He had to be perfect. 

Grayson looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself, "I feel like you know something more about this game."

"Be careful Grayson. I don't think this game is going to end well." I tried to walk past him. 

I knew before I even tried to get past he would stop me. Ask me questions about what I was doing or maybe he even saw my books and got mildly concerned about how they were all about murders and kidnappings.

"Dinner." He told me, "Since Thea has delighted us with her presence we are all to have a nice dinner."

I groaned, swinging my head back to look up at the ceiling before returning to Grayson's eyesight, "And why do I have to go? I have much more important things to do than listen to Thea being bitchy because not everything is about her."

"Please Anna just go." I saw a spark of desperation in his eyes. I had to look even closer to make sure I wasn't mistaking it. Grayson really wanted me there. He needed me there. Why?

"Fine. I'll see you there." And finally, he lets me walk past him, letting me exit the library.

I already knew how bad this was going to be. Thea was going to cause something that ruined the whole night. Her just being there probably would do that.

At least I didn't have to go to the library. I told myself that's why I was going. Not because of Grayson. Not because he wanted me there. I had many other reasons. I really did.

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I sat next to Jameson when it was dinner time. Mrs. Laughlin made roast beef. Orgasmic garlic mashed potatoes. Roasted asparagus, broccoli florets, and three different kinds of crème brûlée. It was all for a special dinner since we had a very special guest. Everyone at this table had their fakest faces on. It was funny to see how the only person who truly wanted to be here was Thea. The only reason Thea was here was to start unnecessary drama.