Fredrick's POV
Harmon Mansion - A few days later
I was back at the empty mansion.
I tried to find a room but with the police roaming around, it became impossible.
As I sat on a chair, the silence around me was heavier than the ceiling above my head.
At that moment,
My thoughts returned to one man.
The tarot reader and his prediction.
The reason I was in this mess.
"No," I said, getting up.
"I need answers,"
I dialed the number of a private investigator and told him to find that tarot reader for me.
I refuse to live the rest of my life wondering if his prediction was correct, or not or if something changed.
It took him some days before he came back with the results.
"Mr. Harmon," he said on the phone.
"According to my investigation,"
"The tarot reader disappeared without a trace,"
"His old office was sealed, and business was sealed as well."
"His license was cancelled,"
"Former neighbors say he left without a word,"
