The grand hall had been thoroughly cleaned, restored to its original state. All traces of blood had been meticulously erased. Yet, many areas still bore the marks of a fierce struggle. Agnes had been scouring the place for some time but hadn't found any useful clues. Just as she was about to give up hope, a faint noise near the bay window caught her attention. Approaching, she collided with someone. The person had climbed up from the garden below, using nothing but his bare hands. It was someone Agnes knew—Jarvis. Their eyes met, both pausing for a moment. Jarvis gestured for silence. After a quick look around, Jarvis stood up.
"Don't worry, there's no one else here," Agnes whispered.
Both asked in unison, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm searching for clues," Agnes replied.
"What kind of clues?" Jarvis inquired.
"Answer me first. Weren't you supposed to leave with Jared?"
"I took a few days off. I've been staying in the Capital," Jarvis explained.
"So, what brings you here?"
"I found some new leads on the drug trafficking case. The Ford Hotel turned out to be a new hub. I needed to sneak a look at the surveillance footage, but since I couldn't just walk in, I had to resort to some... creativity."
Agnes frowned. The Ford Hotel, a hub for the drug trade? That only made her suspicions grow.
"Given Ms. Pritchard's presence here, perhaps I won't need to be so sneaky after all. With your connections, getting that surveillance footage should be easy, right?"
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