He hummed softly under his breath as he made his way upstairs, taking his time, in no rush now that Isabelle was well and truly dead. He couldn't believe her stupidity in letting Stephanie get free or getting herself in such a sticky situation. She was unbelievable. He made his way into what could only be her bedroom, a large four poster bed and tons of pillows scattered across it. He grunted as he tried to shift the bed across, it squeaking loudly across the floor. There, he spotted it. a loose floorboard and he used his nails to dig it up, glancing down into the hole it had left.
She'd kept a vial of the poison which was bad enough he thought with a grimace but there was also a book of some sort or journal chronicling everything that she had done as well as what she'd witnessed him doi
