Chapter 2

I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.

Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t found the body yet.”

“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer. “She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and back down.”

Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at anything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.

“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three days and I’ll find her.”

There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.

I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.

was dead, and he was

I made my last call to him on the day I died, but he just snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe,

my phone away in despair, got knocked out and taken away by the

called Stella with rage boiling as soon

my only friend, and I didn’t even get a chance to say her

about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have you done with

is her last chance. She better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her

was so worked up about;

on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting my body, because you won’t be

Chapter 2

happens to her, I won’t let you off the hook!” Stella screamed through tears on the phone.

dripping with sarcasm, “Is this her new trick? Using

blurred as

moment, I truly

there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing, thunder

throwing yourself at me just want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch? Why are

didn’t…we had an engagement and you’re the one not

chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t

hurts so much…” I cried and begged, but he

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