The opulent halls of the Fitzgerald mansion echoed with the dwindling sounds of the party, the grandeur now tainted by the presence of death. Determined to find Timothy amidst the labyrinthine corridors, I called out his name.
"Timothy!" I called again, pushing through pockets of people spread throughout each room.
A faint reply reached my ears and I felt a hint of relief. Following the sound, my footsteps led me to a door down the hall.
With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, revealing a scene that unfolded in the blink of an eye. Andy, caught in the act, hastily passed something into Timothy's hands. The exchange, veiled in secrecy, made me pause in the threshold.
"What's going on?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing as I caught the tail end of the interaction.
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