She said it had something to do with the hospital but wouldn’t go into any more detail.” “Uh, she never told me anything about an investigation. Natasha gave me a confused look, “Well, you guys were planning a trip to the elven forest for next month, right? And then the little investigation she was doing.” Not that I think she was going to kill herself.” Abigail would have waited until she finished up what she was doing. There’s no way she killed herself with this craziness and everything else. You know what this means, right? These guys are probably the people who killed Abigail. Tasha shrugged, “These are just copies of the crystals I gave Abigail. “Who are they? Were you able to figure that out?” All the while never mentioning anything to me. There was a lot weird about this situation, not in the least that Abigail believed she was being followed and asked Natasha to follow her to find out what was happening. I managed to follow one of them back to their base.” If you look at the later photos, you can see them together. “Abigail asked me to follow her whenever she left the hospital because she was concerned someone was following her.” She said, “Those are the guys that followed her. What are these?” I asked, feeling trepidation. “I’m not sure what I’m looking at, Tasha. On it were dozens of pics showing plain clothes men following my wife. “Look at these, and you’ll understand why.”įeeling curious, I took the first crystal. Glancing around, she pulled two image crystals from the bag at her feet.
“Your wife didn’t commit suicide.” She hissed. Natasha didn’t wait for me to get comfortable before jumping straight to the point of the meeting. “Hello, Natasha.” I greeted with a raised hand.Ī bland smile and a hello later, I was seated across from the woman. And far less time to spot the conspicuous dwarf sitting at a corner table. It didn’t take long for me to walk to the coffee shop we were meeting at. It was just another question to ask Natasha about.
“Maybe Abigail didn’t actually work long hours.” I paused, realizing my thinking might be off. She was someone who was around Abigail as much as I was, considering the long hours they worked together at the hospital. I readily agreed, and not just for my little investigation. She sent a message to me last night asking if I wanted to meet. A dwarven woman with ample curves, green eyes, and a beard longer than anything I could grow, Natasha was the epitome of dwarven beauty. She was a friend that Abigail had drawn close to in the past year. “I need to go talk to Natasha, focus Lewis.”Īfter taking a shower to remove the remnants of my mask spell and changing into a more suitable change of clothes, I headed off to go meet Natasha. And I had to take a couple of deep breaths to keep from breaking down and crying. The wave of grief I had been pushing away for the entire morning struck me like a physical thing. Parting ways with Ava at the door to my house, I walked in and glanced around.
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