Chapter 30

I squinted at the files in front of me, the lightning outside casting dancing shadows across the room. The musty scent of old books filled my nose as I hunched over the heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of records and case files.
"I thought investigating crimes would finally get me out of this dreary house," Astor drawled from his perch by the window. "Instead, I'm stuck in an even drearier library. How thrilling."
I bit back a retort, knowing he was fishing for a reaction. It was just day 2 of “working” with Astor and I was already tired of having to deal with his snark.