The Night Of

The carriage rattled loudly on the cobbled streets as Cole Devitt cursed silently. He had just ridden out of Willowfair, his heart pounding against his ribs.
This wasn't supposed to happen. He had just been with Prime Minister Osmond Trilby, and now... Osmond was dead.
The affluent town of Wickhurst was buzzing with the news, though it was relegated to the gossip section of the Town Herald. A scandalous murder, they called it, a passionate love affair gone wrong.
But Margaret Everard knew better. Folding the paper in her study, a room hidden away for her secret work, she looked at the plain red letter that bore no seal, a missive from her mentor in the League of Founders. It was paramount she read it in private, for it undoubtedly concerned the death of the Prime Minister, and her role in investigating it.