Evaline:
The mole's last words kept echoing in my mind long after the three of my mates carried his lifeless body away.
"You can't stop it. No one can."
It.
Not him.
Not her.
Not them.
Just… it.
I sat in what looked like a meeting room on the ground floor - a plain rectangular table, a few chairs, a metal filing cabinet with numbers scratched into the paint, and a flickering bulb that buzzed every few seconds. My elbows were on the table, fingers rubbing the ache forming between my eyes.
There were too many questions, but barely any answers.
And the little we did know only made the entire thing darker.
Whoever... or whatever.. was behind the Soul Death cases had been playing this twisted game far longer than any of us had realized. And every time we found a lead, it dissolved in our hands like sand.
The mole hadn't broken.
Not even when River let his temper slip, or when Kieran's voice turned icy, or when Oscar's patience finally snapped.
