The Sorrow Weaver

"Interesting…."

Currey finally slumped down in the seat he was in. He was not physically tired; that was far from it, even though he had been in the same spot with his hands running over the keyboard for hours. It had been more than seventeen hours since he had sat by the computers, trying to get any detail that might help him.

He had put together all the hints, investigation, and information he had been privy to search for what Aliya was. Currey knew, but he had a hunch that whatever he knew was just the tip of the iceberg, and he was right.

Currey knew the hint to find what was going on, as well as the accident and whatnot, had something to do with her. It was not even a feeling, but Currey was absolutely sure, and he needed more info on this. He had already spent countless hours on this. However, looking at the information on the screen, Currey felt a chill run down his back.