(in last chapter, ends with Shayera flying there on her own, so should this
first sentence be written differently?) Kervron was silent as he drove the
5 miles to the Gregor house. Overcast skies only seemed to further dampen
the mood. As he watched teh young detective fight the November winds .(
giving refrance this was the week before the first chapter started more or
less a flash back I think)
Once they arrived a young police officer handed them a plastic bag containing the small note. Shayera looked at it and sighed-it was written exactly like the one from her home. She then frowned wondering if it had hidden words and meanings as well. She turned back to Kervron who looked at her.
"I will stay hidden in the shadows, if that is what you want," she offered.
He thanked her with a small smile and nodded before knocking on the door.
"Please come in."
Shayera perched up in a large old oak in front of the home.. it's branches twining and intertwining giving her plenty of places to hide, yet watch through the front window the conversation.
Shayera noticed the young woman was not much older than herself. Tears streaked her young face as she took her hand and swept red hair away from her face
Shayera frowned again so similar to the crime of her home, looking down at the note she examined it closely
some ink in certain phrases was different that others , but only her eyes would ever know
"A babe pleads
A breath. Of Life
A grant ha !
None Shall I Grant
Babes are a shy
No pleas will I hear
Only Money will Grant it's Plea "
Once they arrived a young police officer handed them a plastic bag containing the small note. Shayera looked at it and sighed-it was written exactly like the one from her home. She then frowned wondering if it had hidden words and meanings as well. She turned back to Kervron who looked at her.
"I will stay hidden in the shadows, if that is what you want," she offered.
He thanked her with a small smile and nodded before knocking on the door.
"Please come in."
Shayera perched up in a large old oak in front of the home.. it's branches twining and intertwining giving her plenty of places to hide, yet watch through the front window the conversation.
Shayera noticed the young woman was not much older than herself. Tears streaked her young face as she took her hand and swept red hair away from her face
Shayera frowned again so similar to the crime of her home, looking down at the note she examined it closely
some ink in certain phrases was different that others , but only her eyes would ever know
"A babe pleads
A breath. Of Life
A grant ha !
None Shall I Grant
Babes are a shy
No pleas will I hear
Only Money will Grant it's Plea "