Kristy: Gabres -part 1-

Part 1 ends as Kristy steps into the night, not knowing that the blind king's supper is already being served—and she's the guest of honor.

Kristy Gabres looked at her father's photograph on the shelf. "You always said trouble finds the curious," she whispered. Then she grabbed her jacket, her old Nikon, and a lockpicking kit she hadn't touched since the Herald fired her.

"Exposed and then un-exposed," Kristy said. "What do you want?" Kristy Gabres -Part 1-

"Gabres," she answered, her voice flat as week-old soda.

"Marco left a file," Voss continued. "Encrypted. He said if anything happened to him, it should go to the journalist who wasn't afraid to burn her life down for a story. That's you, Miss Gabres." Part 1 ends as Kristy steps into the

"That painting is a ghost," she said. "Why me?"

Outside, the rain had stopped. But the fog was rolling in, thick as a secret. Then she grabbed her jacket, her old Nikon,

Her phone buzzed. A blocked number.