Mysterious Corpses II

It took Fargo a painstakingly long time to explain the new intelligence he had uncovered, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of unease. As the details spilled out, the once-serene air of the glasshouse thickened into something oppressive. The faint rustle of leaves against the glass walls now sounded eerily loud, almost accusatory.

Lucas accepted the stack of documents from Fargo, his fingers tightening minutely around the folder as he flipped it open. His violet eyes, that usually calm and warm, had darkened with each passing line. Wordlessly, he slid the file across the table toward Lory and Fredhardt.

For several long minutes, only the sound of pages turning broke the silence. Then Lory's voice came, low and edged with a chill that betrayed her revulsion.

"Looks like they used the same method they tried with the Hamilton family."