Lara's debt

Lara stalks over to the dark corner of the library, her hand ready to strike. She yanks aside a heavy velvet curtain, only to find a small, plastic wall plug-in blinking steadily.Realizing the sound is coming from a common electronic insect repeller, she hurls another loud curse into the empty room. "Brilliant. Bloody brilliant!"Her frustration boils over. She went through absolute physical hell last night, pushing her body to the limit for a disgusting customer, all to get back here—only to find her father's desk gone, the manor abandoned, and the only thing left behind mocking her with a rhythmic click.She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. The lawyer and his team must have discovered the journal's true value, or someone higher up ordered them to strip the room. If the desk was taken last night, they have a few hours' head start at most. She needs to find out where they took her father's belongings.