Chapter Two hundred and seven

She stood inside after closing the door with no clue on what to do. Where should she start? Plus Angelo was not a man to keep evidence which pointed towards him lying around for anyone to find.

She sighed and looked around the room. Nothing was beckoning her towards it anymore and it hurt.

She had hoped of it to turn into something useful.

She sighed and turned around, left with firmly closing the door behind her.

"Ah!" She gasped as Elijah practically rammed himself into her. "What is wrong with you?" she asked as she kept her hand on her heart trying to calm herself down from the sudden scare.

"Me?" He hissed. "What is wrong with your husband?" He accused her instead of making her frown in return.

"Really? You are asking me that?" She threw back. "If I knew that, hell, if I knew anything about that you want to won't be here."