Annabelle Linton had just fallen asleep when a series of urgent knocks woke her.
She opened the door to find five or six police officers standing outside.
A visit from the police in the middle of the night was never a good sign, but Annabelle Linton's face showed no trace of panic.
She was wearing a silk nightgown, her skin fairer than snow. Her long, voluminous hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her soft features held a uniquely feminine charm.
The officers, seeing such a beautiful woman for the first time, were all dumbstruck. No one said a word.
Annabelle Linton looked at them, her expression blank. "Don't tell me you woke me up in the middle of the night just to say you knocked on the wrong door."
That snapped the officers back to their senses.
