❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 room the more his sanity was wearing thin. He was tired, sore and hungry, and just so wanted to get it over with so he could leave and check on the girls. Just as he sighed for what must have been the hundredth time in that room the door finally opened to reveal a man who sat down on the chair in front of him - dropping a file onto the table. Lockwood recognised him as Inspector Barnes.
"Mr Lockwood."
"Yes. Hello."
"Inspector Barnes." He didn't sound too pleased from the current situation and who exactly would blame him? "From the Department of Psychical Research and Control. And I don't enjoy meeting agents who burn homes to the ground, put lives at risk and break the law so many ways they might as well not know it exists."
"Well," Lockwood started, trying to keep his composer, "if you give me a moment to tell you my side of the story."
Inspector Barnes leaned back in the chair, allowing Lockwood his 'moment'. "You may not be aware, but we were given an entirely misleading account of the situation on the premises."
Inspector Barnes opened up the file and handed Lockwood one of the letters inside as he continued his explanation, "we were then violently ambushed by...this can't be right." Lockwood looked up from the letter in disbelief.
