*VICKY*

The note that the silver mask had left me sat in my hand as I sat on a step at the back of the country club. From afar, I could see guests intermingling in the acres below. The last I saw Leon, he was talking to Mr. Spenser, and it seemed like a normal conversation. I’m sure if he had found something, he would’ve come to me by now.

No matter what, I needed to find something. We came here for evidence, clues, or intel into what was happening. I knew the ...