AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Aisha hadn't done much investigation herself into the first few clues, her detective skills weren't as forensic as the others. There was one person who she'd found to be acting suspicious, at least more so than the rest of them. Finding the numbers on the pots only added to her suspcions, different than the ones Melita had found.
The notion that it was a mistake didn't cross her mind, she saw no other reason one would get the code so askew. She hurried back to the others and found Oliver meddling with some of the other clues, and after a brief look over his shoulder she came to her final conclusion too.
The notion that it was a mistake didn't cross her mind, she saw no other reason one would get the code so askew. She hurried back to the others and found Oliver meddling with some of the other clues, and after a brief look over his shoulder she came to her final conclusion too.
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
