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Framed — Liars Game(Part 3)
Stranded in a storm, trapped by secrets — will the truth survive the blizzard?
The wind battered against the house like a beast trying to claw its way inside. The rain lashed the windows in furious bursts, each droplet a silver needle in the flicker of the distant raging blizzard. The sky was an endless abyss, swallowing the moon and stars whole, leaving the world in suffocating blackness.
Inside, Langley’s lifeless body remained slumped in his chair, his fingers still grasping his heart. The storm roared outside but it was nothing compared to the storm that was brewing inside of the house — silent, waiting, shifting in the glances between those who were still standing.
No one spoke at first. Not even Jonathan Borlee, who had made a sport of masking tension with his dry amusement. His fingers tapped lightly against his whiskey glass, but the usual smirk had slipped just slightly.
Mrs. Wilkes had turned as pale as the tablecloths she so meticulously pressed, her trembling hands still clutching the tray she had been carrying when Langley collapsed.
Mrs Oliver stood across the room, near the door. I couldn’t make her face out but I could see her delicate fingers tight around the silver chain at her neck, her grip said more than any expression…
