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Blackwell towered over the corpse that had been presented to him, inside his tent. Oliver had taken his party with him for the meeting, all that had been involved. The other men, he'd had gathered up, and messengers sent to. He'd yet to be informed of all that they had achieved since he had last spoken to them, so hurried had the order come from Blackwell's men that they were to see him.
There was a distinct feeling of tension in the air, along with the nervousness that something needed to be hurried. Even though they had managed to catch the killer before sundown, the sense that time was running out still had not faded.
