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BLAIR'S POV

“There, you have the truth!” he said.

“I had to leave town and come here as a different person,” he further explained, “until the police trace the attempts on my life to someone, I can neither return nor use any of those I.D you saw,”

I took a deep breath, marveled at his story.

‘Who would have thought?’

I had always thought Brian had a weird dress sense. He always dressed to work like some spy.

Everyday, he would arrive at Father's mansion in black leather clothings, dark shades and hats he'd change everyday.

“But it's been three years,” I said, “there's no there's still a threat on your life back at Winchester,” I added.

“Steven thinks so too,” he replied, “but if there still is, I can't find out in person,” he replied.

“I took some measures to check if the town is safe for me to return to.” He said.

“How's that?” I asked.

I had barely dropped my statement, when his phone rang. It was a call from Steven.

We stared at each other briefly, before he proceeded to an