Malory had no intention on going easy with the child. She could see right through the trio's plan to take over the settling, with the help from that blonde girl across the sea. It was plain as sight that Charlotte Olsen hadn't strayed far from the family dynamics. Betrayal and deception was in her blood.
The British readhead stepped out of the first room and accompanied by Connor, made her way towards the other room, the one furthest from the stairs. That's where Greta was being held. Malory nodded to Connor, letting him know she would enter the room herself.
When Malory entered, she half-expected Greta to leap out at her, unleash her youthful rage. But none of that happened. Greta was curled up into a ball, tucked away in one of the corners of the room.
The little girl didn't respond. Malory took a chair out from the closet and sat crossed-leg in front of Greta.
"I have a few questions for you. Just to better assess what is going on. You like Q&A's, Greta?"
Malory was sweet talking the child. Smiling and speaking softly. Greta responded well to this, and nodded in approval.
"Good, because I have a few questions for you. Are you David Price's sister?
Greta nodded again, this time unfolding her arms from around her bent knees, slowly exposing herself. A sign of trust.
"And did the girl from across the sea, Aleksandra; did she murder your brother?"
"Yes." Greta managed to say, although so close to sobbing.
"And did you lead her here? Did you know about this place?"
This time Greta shook her head. "She brought me here."
"So Aleksandra knew of this place?"
It took a while for Greta to answer. She was struggling with an answer.
"Yes. She..." Greta looks around the room then back at the floor. "I promised I wouldn't say anything. She made me promise."
"Aleksandra did?" Malory asked, although she seemed to know that that was not the answer Greta was about to give her.
"No. Charlotte's mother."
And at that answer, Malory's eyes grew twice their size and her jaw dropped. She jumped out of her chair and slammed her hand against the large red push-button by the door, sounding off an alarm. Connor rushed inside the room.
"Is everything -"
"Get Charlotte and Felix. We need to leave."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"She found us. The bitch is here."
"What about your father? He can -"
"Leave him. He deserves whatever it is that comes his way."
(to be continued)