“I can’t tell you anything! If you push me any further, I’ll jump.”
Katelyn’s gaze didn’t falter, her voice low and steady. “Take a breath. We don’t want this to end like that.”
“You’re not giving me a choice!” the waiter shouted, his words raw with fear. This update is available on find?novel.net
Then, in a flash, a gunshot rang out. Vincent moved instinctively, yanking Katelyn down and shielding her with his body.
“Get down!”
The open rooftop offered no cover, leaving them fully exposed, vulnerable to whatever threat was still out there.
The waiter collapsed with a hole in his head, dying instantly.
Katelyn’s eyes swept the rooftop, scanning every shadow, every possible hiding spot. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
When the danger seemed to pass, she slowly stood, moving cautiously toward the waiter’s lifeless body. She knelt down, pulling the mask from his face.
The moment she saw his face, she froze. When Vincent leaned to see, he froze, too.
Both Katelyn and Vincent had recognized the man’s face. He was one of Elora’s guards.
Katelyn wore a look of confusion. She clearly recalled Elora’s descent into madness. Before they left Yata, Austen had even brought the unstable Elora to meet her. Now, abruptly, her guard had embarked on a mission to Granville, disrupting their investigation.
Had Elora regained her sanity? Speculation raced through Katelyn’s mind for a moment. She rose and scanned the area.
Vincent was near where the waiter had collapsed, his icy stare targeting a building across the street.
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“There must be a sniper there; the shot originated from inside.” With a thoughtful frown, Katelyn asked, “Do you think this is related to Elora?”
Vincent’s gaze sharpened, his voice frosty. “We’ll find out after we look into it.”
Katelyn had released Elora before, out of respect for Earl Poulos and Austen. But if Elora persisted in creating chaos, Katelyn would not be lenient again. However, their investigation had hit a dead end with Amiri’s assassination.
Katelyn returned to the restaurant and saw Amiri’s still form, a wave of remorse washing over her. She had instigated this chain of events; had she not reached out to Amiri, he would not have met this grim fate like this.
Approaching, she looked into Amiri’s unblinking eyes and tenderly closed them. “I won’t let those who killed you escape justice. I swear.” Katelyn’s eyes were full of guilt.
Vincent touched her shoulder gently, his voice soothing.
“I’ll arrange for someone to handle this. The murderer will be held accountable.”
Her expression grim, Katelyn clenched her fists in silence.
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