Wyatt had snagged Mirabella’s number a while back when he had to dig up some info on her. Thanks to the whole Incense of Calm fiasco, he had made sure to save it in his contacts.
[Ms. Mirabella, James is just a bit scratched up, nothing serious. You can relax.]
After sending the text, he waited for a moment for a reply, but when none came, he pocketed his phone, yawned, and strolled outside the villa.
...
The next day dawned.
Mirabella was up with the larks, but it was still early, and she didn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet. Snuggled in her comforter, she reached under her pillow for her phone, tapped it to life, and saw the message from Wyatt from last night.
Good to know all was well. She replied with a brief “Got it” to Wyatt.
With the phone in her hand, Mirabella scrolled through her Messenger group chats. Then something seemed to jog her memory, and she exited Messenger to open her browser. She typed in “Riverdale Antiques Exhibition”.
Instantly, a myriad of search results popped up, with the chatter mostly centered around the emerald pendant featured at the exhibition.
“Emerald pendant?” Mirabella pondered. Her finger caressed the phone screen.
She recalled a reminder from Cool Autumn Breeze.
With Riverdale being so tight on security, and yet all this info spilling out over the net, especially about the pendant, it felt like a breadcrumb trail left on purpose.
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