NovelAppMike sent Avery hand the two had lunch before beginning their research on the nominees for the Marshall's Award.
In the afternoon, Mike knocked on Avery's bedroom door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInstead of resting, Avery was sitting by the window under the sun with a sorrowful expression.
Mike stepped inside after knocking on the door.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" "I can't sleep." She turned to look at him. "You, too?" "Yeah. Typically, such a famous award should have its own official website, but I can't find anything. I suspect that instead of using the internet, they might be using a traditional method of communication, maybe through paper." "That can be possible. One would need to present sufficient supporting documents if they want to apply for the award... Back when Professor Hough applied for it, he had boxes of documents ready, so the committee might be filtering applicants in the most traditional way possible." "If that's the case, we can't find out if Angela is in it." "She probably is," Avery said. "She must have kidnapped Elliot to run an experiment on him." "What's wrong with her? There are so many people she could have chosen from, why pick Elliot? Is she not afraid that he would retaliate and kill her once he's freed?" Mike felt chills running down his spine. If Avery had guessed correctly, no one could tell what had happened to Elliot.
"Angela hates Professor Hough and because of that, she hates me, too... Elliot... got dragged into all these because of me," Avery said guiltily. "Angela has probably moved Elliot to a new spot after my arrival in Bridgedale." "If all this is a part of Angela's schand her final goal is to win the Marshall's Award, then she is definitely going to put up a fight." Avery remained silent, trying to figure out what Angela could be doing to Elliot and failing.
1She managed to survive in that basement until help came, and if Elliot was taken by Angela before that, he was definitely alive. But what experiment was running on Elliot and would it win her the Marshall's Award? "I need to see if there's anyone I know from the committee of the Marshall's Award." Avery could not wait any longer.
"You woke up too early this morning.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGo get srest. I will try to get the list of people that are in the committee: It shouldn't be too hard. I will h=b$>YNY; it to you as soon as I get it. Mike placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "The truth will be out soon, which is exactly why you need to recover as soon as possible." "Go find the list, then." Her eyes were filled with anxiousness. "I feel like am almost there. I can't sleep 19 Every tI close my eyes, I can't help but think of him..." "I know. Ben will be here soon. We will definitely get Elliot out." "Yeah." She lay down on the bed and stared out the window unblinkingly. After a while, her eyes started to hurt, and she closed her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Mike waited until she fell asleep to leave the room.
In the evening, he returned with the list of people that were included in the Marshall's Award committee and handed it to Avery. Avery beamed when she spotted a certain non the list.
"Do you know someone here?" Mike asked. "Most of them are just old professors."
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