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."

a pried-open hole in the ceiling, which originally held the exhaust fan. It was big enough for an

even eat him, why would he

to climb up. Freya had said that Evan had been injected with drugs, so his body probably was drained and lacking strength. Even

on the phone earlier, a wave of indescribable poignance washed over me. "Who would ever want their close ones to see themselves looking

could he permit others to see him in his

spectator like

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

my senses. If Evan had been harmed this way, what could have happened to his

that in mind, I

the assistant

retrieved his house address. I needed

safe or otherwise, with my

ending the call, I gave Mullen a call. Knowing she was staying nearby, I

watching from the side, not giving a single opinion, but she seemed a little hesitant, like she wanted to