Ever since Cassandra's disappearance, Mortimer had reached out into the spirit world to find her.
He consulted with many spirits...
... but got no closer to his answers.
... but got no closer to his answers.
Bella used her own methods to investigate.
She was certain she was closing in on the shadowy figures who ran the Families...
... but her investigation was stepping on toes.
"I just need more time," she insisted to superiors.
... but her investigation was stepping on toes.
"I just need more time," she insisted to superiors.
"Oooo spirits, hear me!"
The answer, when it came, was unexpected.
Don shared with Mortimer his own investigation into the night of Cassie's death...
... and after speaking with Don, Mortimer was able to reach out to Olivia Kim-Lewis as well.
Between what Don knew and what Olivia had discovered, Mortimer was ready to face his greatest fear...
... his daughter's death.
The spirits gave him more questions than answers but strange and terrible truth of that night was beginning to take shape.
Don shared with Mortimer his own investigation into the night of Cassie's death...
... and after speaking with Don, Mortimer was able to reach out to Olivia Kim-Lewis as well.
Between what Don knew and what Olivia had discovered, Mortimer was ready to face his greatest fear...
... his daughter's death.
The spirits gave him more questions than answers but strange and terrible truth of that night was beginning to take shape.
He just needed more time...
Mr. Briggs had watched, as he had been told to. He knew the investigation was getting to close...
... the Master would be pleased.
"Mortimer! No... oh God, NO!"
... the Master would be pleased.
"Mortimer! No... oh God, NO!"
"Mr. Briggs," Vlad hissed, "Am I to understand that you have killed Mortimer Goth?"
"Yes, Master," Briggs nodded. "He was investigating the attack. I knew you would be pleased..."
"Pleased... PLEASED?" Vlad roared. "You DARE to kill Mortimer Goth without orders from me! You impudent CHILD!"
"Mortimer was MINE!"
"Master... please... forgive me," Briggs wheezed.
"Very well, Mr. Briggs," Vlad hissed. "I forgive you..."
"... much as it may profit you in Death."
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