In the room.
"Sherlock Holmes doesn't believe the evidence previously provided by the police. He returned to the crime scene alone, sneaking in quietly to investigate the room again. Finally, he found something amiss in the room..." Enna Clark read softly and calmly.
She sneaked a glance at the person sleeping beside her. With closed eyes, his breathing had steadied, and he should be asleep.
Enna Clark quietly closed the book, got out of bed, and softly called out by the bedside, "Bobby?"
The person on the bed breathed evenly without any sign of waking up.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tucked the sleeping person in, and then carefully tiptoed out.
She had told a story for a full hour and a half before Bobby fell asleep. It was almost midnight, and Baron Lawrence had not rested for a full day and night; he should be asleep by now, right?
She walked out of the secondary bedroom and closed the door.
The living room was indeed empty, with no one around.
