Chapter 36 What She Died For

• The door sealed shut behind them with a hiss, leaving Diana’s body on the other side.
• No one spoke as they stepped into the next room.
• It was colder here, industrial. No strange lighting, no ambient music, just four metal walls and a long rectangular table. A set of objects were laid out at its center a vintage telephone, a half burnt notebook, a broken compass, an old photograph, and a bloodstained scarf.