Salby Damned
“He had always felt himself destined for greater things, the finer things that life had to offer; it was irrelevant to him that he had to crush others to achieve his own goals.
Snape had the laptop open in front of him, the screen black until he pressed the “on” switch. He'd spent two days searching through the files he’d been given by Meriam, but had found no clues to the password. Cursing as he drank the hot coffee, he remembered he’d been to Garret’s house once to discuss business; it would certainly not have been high on his list of pleasurable endeavours.
The house, as he remembered, was situated in a small leafy village where they all had nameplates instead of numbers. He thought this was just pretentious, serving only to give the impression of higher status when none really existed. What was it called? If he could only remember.
He’d also met Garrett’s wife. Maybe that was it—his wife and her name: What was it?
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