Chapter Thirty-Three- George Atwood- 23 yrs old

All this time and effort trying to find the person wishing Adriana dead, and it turns out to be a mutt. A mutt.

The problem is that the mutt wasn’t anywhere before this. She may believe the dog killed that cat and left it there. But that cat wasn’t killed with claws and teeth. It’d been killed with a blade, which George knew meant this mutt was placed here to throw them off the hunt for the real guilty parties.

Adriana is correct, but she doesn’t need to be rude about it. Mary still hadn’t been found, and that George believed was far more than a little concerning. The longer Mary was unaccounted for, the greater the chance that she wasn’t alive.

What George wanted to know was why she left here after finding the cat. She didn’t tell anyone that she’d left. That, in George’s eyes, meant Mary hadn’t planned on leaving. So, he must find out what happened to her.

“Evening George. So what brings you do