to leave the house, and the gap that was found in the fence surrounding Lake Rota.
They were expressing a strong desire to arrest the criminal as soon as possible by working all-out on the case.

Claire read further down the paper.

It said that Gemma, daughter of Marion, the owner at the Grey Theater, disappeared after she visited the Rome Book Store.

It was reported that Gemma, 15, was wearing a lavender-colored dress and a hat of the same color that day.
There’s a reward if there were any meaningful sightings.

In the photo, Gemma was standing in front of the Gray Theater and smiling.
Since it was a black-and-white photo, the photo was accompanied by an explanation that she had red hair and blue eyes.

Fifteen, an age of curiosity.
It would be nice if it was an episode that would end with a brief escape and a return.

Claire put down the newspaper after she only read one page.
She stood up since the hem of her skirt was almost dry.

Brenda came back and took the cake sheets from the oven.

“I wish someone would come to buy lemon cakes in this weather, however Lemon House can’t go without lemon cakes.”

Brenda let the cake sheets cool, and got to work making the lemon curd.

Claire took the muffins and wheat bread out to the store and organized them on the shelves.
It was raining, and she was worried that the freshly baked bread would get soggy in the damp air.

There were occasional horse-drawn carriages on the street, and a group of law enforcement officers wearing matching raincoats over their black uniforms.

She wondered if they were investigating the murder.

She realized that the killer’s tracks might be washed away by the early morning rain, making it difficult to investigate.

The rain didn’t stop until the afternoon, but as the day progressed, the number of people walking up and down the street increased.

There were quite a few people visiting the Lemon House, so even though it was still early, there was only one muffin left.

Claire put the leftover muffin in with two slices of lemon cake that a customer bought.

Then it was time to go home.

Claire stood in front of Lemon House and looked up at the sky.
She became lost in thought, her eyes went blurry as she stared at the drizzling rain.

Her head told her to stay on track, but her feet wouldn’t leave the ground.

Why was she so scared and unable to muster up the courage to walk like normal?

Feeling pathetic, she sighed and took a strong step forward.

She walked diligently through the waterlogged streets, past the calmly recessed Grey Theater, which was less bustling than usual, as she walked towards the guard headquarters building at the top of the Shadehill.

Finally, she arrived in front of the guard headquarters located near the Crimone Hotel.

She felt a bit intimidated by the sight of the black panther, the symbol of the Shadehill security force painted on the wall.
It felt as if it was staring down at her even though the pupils weren’t drawn and it was just a silhouette.

Claire swallowed dryly and carefully pushed the door open.

Suddenly she was thrown into an unfamiliar space, unfamiliar air, and unfamiliar people, and Claire forgot the purpose for her visit.

“It rained too much last night.
Since it was a dirt road, there would’ve been footprints left, but they must have all been erased.”

“What happened with the Grey theater girl?”

“It seemed like she’s been missing for about a week already.
It looks like they were looking into it through their information network, but they didn’t find anything.
So, they posted a reward,  then reported her missing to us.”

“Looks like we’ll be busy for a while.”

While standing at the entrance, she watched the guards talking about various things.
Finally, an employee sitting at the reception desk spoke to Claire.

“Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Rainwater dripped from her raincoat and dampened the floor, but it was hard to see how it could dirty a floor that was already soiled by muddy footprints.

Claire ignored the raindrops as she approached the reception desk.

“I’m here to meet Ed.”


“Yes, I just heard Ed, so I don’t know his last name… Well, he said he was an aide to the Chief Constable.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Not really… He said he would contact me, but I came to see him first.”

The chubby man made a troubled face and tapped the receptionist desk with his pen.

“When you get a call, come back then.
I don’t know if you know, but we’re very busy with the murder case, and that’s why the aide is currently away.”

“I’m sorry you’re busy.
I’ll come back next time.”

Not even realizing that her brow was wrinkled, Claire’s face finally relaxed.
She saw that today wasn’t the day.

The employee’s voice caught Claire as she turned around.

“Should I tell him you came?”

“No, it’s all right.”

She’d turned away because she didn’t want to take long, and was ready to wave her hand saying it was really okay, when Clive came into her line of sight.

He was walking down the stairs.

She’d been here too long.
She had to hurry up and leave.

Claire moved faster than ever and escaped the building safely.
The rain had stopped in the meantime.


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