Charmire, the magistrate of East Carswell village had hoped to celebrate a peaceful Christmas. But with the number of dead bodies that were piling up just not in the village, but also kills in the woods where the bodies were found scattered around, he doubted he would be able to get a day off from work.
The man had a stressful look on his face, his eyebrows drawn together in worry, "We are yet to inform Mr. Barnes about his daughter's body being found there."
"Why haven't you done it?" asked Calhoun, his eyes calmly looking at the magistrate. With Theodore who had already informed him last night on his findings in Heathcliff's residence, Calhoun was barely shocked with the news that came from Charmire, who looked like he didn't know what to do.
"My King. Mr. Barnes is a well-renowned man-"
