Disturbing Plans II

The slightly yellow parchment crinkled under Atticus's fingers, his eyes glued onto the drawings of the brothel workers. The depictions of those women weren't works of immaculate art, that's for sure. Rather, they seem hastily drawn. However, there was no denying the fact that these women usually had some form of resemblance to Daphne. They had a similar face shape, while others had her eyes.

From the information they had overheard from the shed, it seemed like they were blonde as well, a perfect coincidence with Daphne's hair color. Only, too many coincidences would lead to none.

"It's uncanny," Atticus agreed. He sifted through the drawings one by one, his frown deepening the further he got. "How many?"