Free The House of Grey- Volume 3 by Collin Earl

everything I know. But Gossip Guy might have more. Let’s see.”
    Monson rolled his eyes. Why didn’t he think of that?
    Casey stood up, indicating that the others should follow him. Monson, Artorius and even Brian walked the length of the apartment and settled themselves around Monson’s desk. Casey pushed the button under the lip of the desk, and the cover slid back and out of sight, revealing Monson’s computer, which sprang to life the second Casey tapped the keyboard. He brought up a browser, cleared the address bar, and typed in the blank space:
    gossipguysblog.blogspot.com
    The browser quickly loaded the website. They found the tag marked “Cyann Harrison,” and Casey clicked it.
    The page reloaded,  a photograph of a younger Cyann filling the screen. She stood with a silver-haired man on a red carpet, surrounded by people. Monson had to wonder about this particular image as he noticed that the carpet was outside. He did not dwell on it - or rather, he was not given the opportunity to dwell on it - as many other pictures of Cyann loaded and Casey began to scroll through them. Images of Cyann in every setting imaginable dashed across the screen.  Black-tie events, forest settings, meetings resembling political rallies, and much, much more gave the boys a unique perspective into the life of their classmate. Below this instructive scrapbook was an article with the title, Cyann Harrison: A Gossip Guy Exclusive .
    Casey pointed at the article. “I’ve read it. I’ve been trying to figure out who her fencing master was. She’s so talented and yet I had never heard of her. It was a lot harder to find information on her than I thought. Luckily Gossip Guy came through.”
    Monson rubbed at his chin contemplatively; “I don’t understand how that’s possible. If she’s as high-profile as you’ve told me, how could you not have heard of her? You’re from a family of high rollers, aren’t you?” 
    Casey sounded distinctly uncomfortable. “Cyann came on the scene just a couple of years back  it was - ”
    “Right around the time that he and Kylie had their falling out,” interrupted Artorius. “He was pretty much useless after that.”
    Monson’s curiosity flared again at the mention of Kylie’s name. He and Casey had seen her skulking around the back halls of the Yard, and Casey had tried to follow her. Or was that part of Monson’s dream? He wasn’t sure.
    “What about you, Artorius?” asked Monson. “Did you hear anything about Cyann before this year?”
    Artorius shook his head. “No. Though that’s more from me being inattentive than anything. I know that her adoptive mother is quite a bit younger than her dad. She’s his second wife; the first passed away a long time ago. Cyann’s adoptive mom was actually a pretty famous fashion model. She works with my mom quite a bit. Small world, huh?”
    “Yeah, small world,” echoed Monson.
    “Master Grey.” The three boys turned their attention to Brian.
    “Yeah, Brian?”
    “What is it about Ms. Harrison’s early past that has you so intrigued?”
    “That’s a good question.” Monson watched intently as Casey moved to the second page of the Cyann article.  “I don’t know. I’d like to know where she came from and see what made her….”
    Monson trailed off, not finishing his thought.
    “Master Grey?”
    Monson did not hear Brian’s voice.  Monson could not hear Brian’s voice.  The information that was now flowing from the high-definition flat screen to his eyes, up his optical nerves, and into his brain caused his mental functions to sputter, cough and eventually stall.  His eyes followed a small streaming banner across the bottom of the page.  The tiny scrolling title read, “Marques Grey and the Horror of Baroty Bridge.”
     
     
     

Chapter 29 – Marques Grey
     
     
    “Who’s Marques Grey?” asked Artorius quietly, noticing Monson’s reaction to the text.
    Monson kept his eyes on the screen, his voice barely more