Tremors of Fear (3)

The oppressive silence screamed at the sealed doors of the master's room, where all Aurel could hear was a buzz of static from the stillness.

As she nibbled at her thumbnail, each chew chipped her patience away the more time marched and continued ticking.

She glanced at the door; to her anxious gaze, those pair of wood frames looked like a mocking barrier with cold indifference, making worse of her declining patience.

Aurel paced back and forth in the corridor, her mind pulled back when Secretary Cade had briefed her on the investigation's progress earlier.

Currently, the two leading suspects, a laborer and a maid, were both now confined within separate holding cells.

Nicolaus, on the other hand, was already prepping up for the interrogation with Secretary Cade by his side. However, Aurel could not care less about catching the culprit right now; her attention was elsewhere.