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~Sabrina's POV
I needed to act fast, and that was when I remembered the brothel where Bella used to work. I could find something important there.
I dressed up and went straight there since I had the address from my investigator.
The sharp scent of perfume and old cigars hit me the second I stepped into the brothel.
It was dimly lit, red velvet drapes hanging from the walls like tired secrets. The air was thick, heavy with desire, desperation, and that peculiar kind of loneliness that never really leaves a place like this. I could hear muffled laughter and the clinking of glass behind the curtains, someone moaning in one of the rooms upstairs. The kind of sound that had become background noise to the girls who worked here. The kind of sound Bella had probably learned to ignore.
I walked in slowly, heels clicking against the marble floors, my coat tight around me like armor. Every man's head turned toward me, but I didn't flinch. I'd worn red on purpose.
