Chapter 242

Clemente and Janet came dashing out of the prison and bumped right into the leader.

“Are you done talking to that prisoner? Did you get the location of that bomb?” the leader asked eagerly.

“That prisoner was dead! murdered!”

“WHAT?!” the leader cried in panic, “Impossible! This prison was heavily guarded! Permit and paperwork are mandatory at the entrance-”

Janet grabbed his shoulder urgently, “A prison guard came out about a minute ago. Where did he go?”

The leader pointed a shaky hand in a certain direction, “He went that way. But I checked his permit. He is clean-”

“Forget your stupid permit! This system doesn’t work!”

Clemente rushed forward urgently and shifted into a Lycan. Janet was at his heels, shifting into her wolf as well.

They followed the direction that the leader pointed to them and rushed outside of the castle, dashing down the mountain road.

“There is a bloody smell forward!” Clemente cried.

“That is him. Keep going!”

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the rugged mountain landscape.

Their fur fluttered in the gushing wind as they picked up the speed.

In the near distance, they could already see the killer.

He was desperate and panting, stumbled over the uneven ground, the rhythmic thud.

of his footsteps echoing through the night.

They pressed on, closing upon the suspect.

Looming ahead of them was the edge of the mountain. A sheer cliff dropped into a dark abyss below.

As the three of them approached the edge, the killer realized he had reached a dead

end.

He skidded to a halt, turning to face Clemente and Janet with fear in his eyes.

“Hand over the stuff that you took from his pocket,” Clemente took a step forward and hissed.

There was a twisted grin on the killer’s face as he out a phone, “You mean this?”

“Who hired you to do this job!” Janet snapped, “Give us a name and turn over the phone! We might-”

“You what? Spare my life? I don’t think you will do that,” the killer snorted.

“No. We will make sure that you die without suffering,” Clemente bared his fangs, which gleamed coldly in the silver moonlight. “But I can see that you are looking for a fight!”

A loud growl rumbled from his throat as he lunged forward!

The killer shifted as well.

met head on. A brutal fight

to the phone

Clemente was way stronger than the killer

only problem was whether they could secure that phone, which may contain all

killer down

“Was it Agnes? Just give us a name!” The killer cackled with blood

and hurled the phone off

“NO-” Clemente snarled.

off the precipice, diving into the

reyes

Janet as she rolled down the mountain, her eyes fixed on the glinting evidence that tumbled through

maneuver, she caught

the darkness

evidence was secured! She clutched it firmly

cliff with her four paws scrabbled against the

She tried to climb.

as soon as she moved her legs, she slid with small rocks tumbling down and falling right

drop was too

“JANET-”

came from above her

to the edge, extending his upper

me your hand!”

Her four paws were all

“Oh right…Wait for me!”

were built

he seized Janet by the scruff of her neck and pulled her back. onto

shifted back to human and gasped for breath. The phone was securely in her

you,” she

mention it,” Clemente waved

He lay by the edge of the cliff,

He was dead.

no one can get the name of their hirer out of mouth… Now we will never know who hired

permits

and see what

call lists, his inbox, his

of it before….It is used for shopping on the deep web. You

opened that

between the restaurant owner and an anonymous seller. The seller sold the owner a strong poison that

also asked the owner to label the poisoned food so that

owner showed much

other things, like he was going to use this poison on his obnoxious wife, mix the poison in her favorite food, and pair

finally piece the whole

kill Keavy to free herself from

she couldn’t do it

the owner of Keavy’s favorite restaurant, who was also looking for a

The perfect scapegoat.

the owner through the Deep Web and learned the date and time the

parents, creating an alibi for herself, and waited on the owner’s delivery route to stage a

store to get her an ice bag. She took this chance

would end up in Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would go

left the car accident scene quietly and waited for

ruthless, perfect

look like

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