–Damon–
Lore sent out the images. Everyone immediately tried to trace their origin. Since the maids and the butler were part of the Blackwell residence staff, they weren't directly under our command. That narrowed it down quickly.
The gift came from a guest. One of the guests we personally invited.
Most likely, one of her classmates.
The man who delivered the gifts acted casual—too casual—blending in with the rest of the offerings. I still don't like how the scanners missed it. I watched the operators now, every one of them combing through the footage and system logs with sharp focus.
Then I reviewed the scanned boxes again. Same dimensions. Same packaging. But the system failed to detect what was inside—bones. Cat bones.
I looked at Logan, who had personally inspected the box.
"The container was sealed with lead," he said. "Multiple layers. Designed to block X-ray penetration."
