Isabella

"Cassandra," the name escaped my mouth as it started to chant in my mind like a mantra. First, there was Frederick calling, and finally the email. So, she does have a treasure trove, and I had suspected she had a place where she kept everything. People like her... they're like creatures that like to keep a part of their prey.

They remind me of dragons. They hoard treasures hidden somewhere, sometimes using them, sometimes not. But it's clear that Cassandra uses hers.

"Of course, it all makes sense now. All she has to do is pull out some things from what happened a couple of years ago," I said....