My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I made my way to the Golden Roof Restaurant and saw Freya by the entrance; she must have been waiting a long time.

As she led me over, she explained, "Here, I got some people to stand guard."

"How sure are you that it's drugs?" I asked softly, clutching onto my last shred of hope. God's favorites, Evan and Hendrix, should never have gotten themselves caught up with the nasty stuff. "On a scale of one to ten, I'd say nine." Freya sighed woefully, not wanting to say a word more.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, two tall and brawny bodyguards were stationed outside the room's entrance, their intimidating faces were like an invisible barrier warding people off. Freya paused by the door and asked one of the bodyguards, "Did anything happen?"

"Everything is normal," the bodyguard answered.

"Good." Freya nodded. "Open the door."

"Got it," the bodyguard responded respectfully, took out the key, and unlocked the additional safety lock on the door, before pushing the door open.

We entered the room to find it empty.

Freya exchanged glances with me and guessed that he might be hiding. "Might be in the bathroom."

open, but there was nothing. There was a pried-open hole in the ceiling, which originally held the exhaust fan. It was big enough for an adult man to

"Gosh, I won't even

up. Freya had said that Evan had been injected with drugs, so his body probably was drained and lacking strength. Even so, he'd still wrung out every last bit of

poignance washed over me. "Who would ever want their close ones to see themselves looking

bright and beautiful, how could he permit others to see him in his most miserable

spectator like

was all a fluke and thought that just because I had never seen

came to my senses. If Evan had been harmed this way, what

in mind,

assistant of

address. I needed to confirm

safe or otherwise, with my

she was staying nearby, I agreed to meet

this moment, Freya was silently watching from the side, not giving a single opinion, but she seemed a