Assassin's Creed: Underworld
“Bedraggled, pained and still exhausted, they found themselves at the front desk not long after dawn, when the alarm was raised. A woman had rushed in screaming about a suicide.
‘Where?’ ‘House on Bedford Square …’ And they’d looked at one another, a mirror image of slack-jawed shock, and then both bolted for the door.
Less than half an hour later they were back in the very same kitchen they’d left in the early hours. On their departure it had been dark, with wind gusting through the smashed window, the terracotta tiles crunchy with broken glass, and a dropped rolling pin on the floor.
Now, though, it was light, and everything was just as it had been the previous night with the exception of one thing: Mrs Waugh had returned.
She was hanging from the ceiling lamp, a noose fashioned from linen tight round her neck, head lolling, tongue protruding from blue lips and a puddle of urine on the tiles beneath her dangling boots.
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