Nothing But A Puppet
Myra Hindley sat at a dimly lit corner table in Brady's Inn, the air thick with the scent of stale ale and the low hum of murmured conversations. She glanced around, her eyes landing on Ian Brady, the inn's owner, who was busy wiping down the bar. Of course, she knew him as Lucius, the mastermind behind their operation, hiding in plain sight.
Lucius, noticing her gaze, approached her table with a practiced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He sat down across from her, his demeanor shifting to one of intense focus. "Myra, any progress with Edwin?"
Myra nodded, her expression serious. "He just left. He's falling for me, just as planned. His trust in me grows stronger by the day."
Lucius leaned back, a hint of satisfaction playing on his lips. "Good. We need his family on our side. The Outcasts won't know what hit them."