Avery walked out of the house to the garden with Oren and her sister following.

"Well, that was interesting," I say. The silence in this room was seriously eating me alive.

"Anna, what did you see?" Greyson said sternly.

"Um, a will being read."

Grayson looked like he wanted to strangle me. Really he was just confused that his grandfather disinherited him and a random girl now owns everything he thought would be his. "About Avery, was she telling the truth, did she know our grandfather?"

"No, I don't think she has ever even heard of him."

"You don't think."

"Leave her alone Grayson, she can't know everything," Jamie snapped at him

"Jamie it's fine, I don't know Gray but I'll go talk to her now." Before anyone could argue I walked out the door and caught up to Avery and her sister. Nash seemed to just have talked to them.

"Hey I don't think I officially introduced myself to you Avery," I started , "I'm Annabelle Casey,"

Avery looked really freaked out.

"Don't worry their isn't anyone too crazy in this house," I stared at her, "and there is still so many mysteries."

"Why are you out here?"

"Oh don't worry just wanted to talk to my new landlord," I see the way Avery's eyes dart. she is scared of me. Many people are. But she's scared of me in the way that she thinks I could ruin her. Avery Grambs doesn't know the first thing about being ruined. "So you had no clue who Tobias Hawthorne was?"

"Not until I was called for the will." She didn't lie. She was nervous, but that is just because she didn't know me and she just got around 42 billion dollars. 

"hmm, Well I hope to see you soon. Good luck."

I walked off. I had gotten the information I wanted. Avery might not have been a stranger to Tobias, but he was a stranger to her. There certainly was a deeper reason for Avery being the new heir. If Tobias wanted to disinherit his family there would have been better ways to do it. Like for example donating it all to charity. Though giving it all to a stranger may have giving him some excitement before he died. Unfortunately, I don't know why he gave me anything. I hate owing people. Even dead I felt like I owed my life to Tobias. To all of the Hawthorne's. 

I keep walking till I find myself climbing to get to my spot. It's a small roof space. I found it during a game of hide and seek with the Hawthorne brothers. I sit here and try to process the events that just happened. I still don't think it is real. I feels like it is a dream I could wake up from any second.

One billion dollars.

And  the Resits Library.

Resits.

Sister. 

This had to be the worst anagram ever. I hated going to that library. Not that I could tell that to the old man. 

This library was a reminder that I never finished my first mystery. The mystery of why I had to come live with my mother when I was 9. The reason: My younger sister died on October 18th 2009. That day was the worst day of my life. It always was. It does happen to be Avery kylie Gramb's birthday and also the day Emily died. So for some the day is joyous but most its shitty really really shitty.

I don't hate that day because she died. I hate the reason she died. I hate the person who killed her. I hate that every time I look in the mirror I have to see him staring back at me. I hate that Every time she threw a bottle at my face she blamed me. My own mother blamed me for a different monster. 

"ANNA!" look down there is Jameson Hawthorne standing below me.

"Found you," he says, "finally won a game,"

"Can't win something I wasn't playing Jameson," he ignored me and scaled the wall to get up to me.

"So I'm best friends with a billionaire now,"

"Once I was too" he smirks and I smile at him, "just returning the favour."

"Have you opened your letter yet,"

"Nope." I'm being blunt hoping he will take the hint that am really not in the mood. But Jameson Hawthorne is not the emotion reader in this relationship. 

"Well I have." I want to roll my eyes and tell him to fuck off, but I'm a good friend so I let him talk. "here you take a look, what do you think?"

Jameson,

Better the devil you know than the one you don't—or is it? Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. All that glitters is not gold. Nothing is certain but death and taxes. There but for the grace of God go I.

Don't judge.

—Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne

"That your grandpa was most likely was not very sane while writing his will notes." Jameson gave me a death stare.

"Seriously Anna do you think it could be a riddle," I did think it was a riddle. A final game if you may say. I knew it wouldn't end good and might leave Jameson more broken than he already is.

"Yes, it could be. I mean it has to be Jameson," I can't lie to him. Not about this. Its too important to him. "The wording is specific enough to mean something, It's written in proverbs. So yes, it's a riddle and you will be running around this house for the next few weeks trying to figure it out."

"I knew it, so wh-"

"No"

"No?"

"No, this is not my puzzle I'm not getting involved you get no more help from me,"

"What, seriously Anna," He gave me a glare. He was trying to see if he could do some convincing, but I am very stubborn. 

"Serious as ever, don't test me Jameson Hawthorne," I could get involved in this puzzle. I did most of the games with them growing up. This was different. It was a Hawthorne Mystery. As much as I'd love to be, I am not a Hawthorne. 

"But what if I really need your help?"

"I guess you will have to figure something out," I stood up and walked off go thing through the passage to get to my room. I felt him watch me as I went. He was probably a little mad. Jameson Hawthorne was not okay. None of them were. This was to bring them back together. I am only good at breaking things up. 

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I looked at the envelope on the desk. It was haunting me. I knew inside I would not be getting any answers I wanted. Tobias would not tell me why he left me money, or the cold case library to remind me of my mystery. It was something and it was the first place to go for answers. I went across my room and picked it up. 

I stared at my name on the envelope. I needed to open it. Really badly. Just see what was inside it. I sucked in all my air in before trying to breath steadily. I stared at the calligraphy on the front addressing it to me. One last glance before I opened it.

Annabelle Faye Casey,

Look for the clues to the puzzle. Solve the words you are given. Never let someone call your bluff.

Trust.

—Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne

Wow the old man even on his deathbed can't tell me I mean something to him. Great role model I have. 

A/n

This chapter we get a lot of Anna's twisted past. I love the Natural's series so I am hoping I am writing the way they are able to think right. All I know is that Anna is a very complicated character. In others eyes I think she comes off much like Lia Zang (from the Naturals).

Anyway thank you so much for reading.

Hope you liked it.