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Chapter 240

Chapter 240

Cher just couldn’t drag herself out of bed the next day

When Qvinlyn ked when it, Zane dorged the quest, fic caly onlike him threat the s yesterday, he and

Quinlyn wondered, Overdid in Bove Cher &‘t do anything or the didi’s soutie

Cher finally rolled out of bed at 10 am, planning to drag Quinly clothes dingging

Quintyn shook her heard. Toe got plenty of clothes the air

“Too bad. You don’t get a say Cher said farly. “This was the deal with gow legal guardian

Quinlyn thought, Judges can be such a pain sometimes

Zane walked over, patted Ophryn’s shoulder, and handed her a glass of orange juice. He won’t into hogging, so se sapt behind

On the way, Quinlyn got a call from Mandy, When Mandy herd about the shopping trip, she forgal fox say’s warning and rushed over like a rocker.

Mandy took off ahead, while Quinlyn and Cher strolled behind her.

Cher joked about Mandy, “She’s like Elowyn 20. People like her light up the room. They make you feel like the world’s a great place.

“So, partners and friends balance each other out, huh?”

“Partners?” Quinlyn looked up. “What about you and Zane? You’re not just life–skill opposites–you‘ re alike, toot

Cher thought for a second. “Maybe I’m like cold fireworks, and he’s like warm stone. One’s all fath but cold inside, the other’s cool on the outside but warm to the touch

Quinlyn agreed with her.

the sky got gloomy again. “Ugh, I hate this,” Mandy grumbled. “If it

suggested they head back and drop Mandy off first.

is not scary at all. She’s really nice. She shouldn’t be the Evil Judge. She should be the ‘Beautiful Judge. Now I feel

realized Mandy pull pranks too. Mandy must’ve been worried about Quinlyn, which was why she

got heavier. Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. By the time they reached the Perry residence,

out, grabbed an umbrella, and walked Cher’s inside. But they entered the house, Quinlyn heard a scream

the steps. She panicked, jumped out

aside first, relieved to see she

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frozen, pale as a ghost. Quinlyn followed her gaze into the house. A tall, shadowy figure stood in the dim living

of Zane, someone lay on the floor. The smell of blood filled the air. Lightning flashed outside, lighting

the police showed up, the storm had passed and the gray sky was starting to brighten up. As soon as Benness walked into the house, he locked eyes with Quinlyn. “What are you doing here?”

was wrapped in a blanket, sipping water. “Just visiting, celebrating New Year’s. She wasn’t here for

anyway.

of that were crazier than winning the lottery. But rules were rules, so he didn’t dare cha too much and got down to examining the scene.

with the toolbox in her hand. “Hey, Quinlynt Long time no see. I

been in touch with anyone lately. Seeing Jolie was a surprise. Jolie, are you working with

bragged, slipping

Quinlyn

Quinlyn’s cheek before skipping over

second she was hugging Quinlyn, the next she was all over the corpse. Bennett watched this,

just a part–time job, going from clinical medicine to Westwood University’s lab, then to the task force as a

check. “The victim’s 36. He died from stab

bled out. From the struggle marks,

description of the attacker

Cher, who was taking notes, piped up, “Zane’s not the murderer.” She sounded pretty sure, but as a relative, her word didn’t carry much