Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

my death. I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of

Tangle

to Tangle

someone was really on

someone’s behind me.” I was freaking

their goofing around. Nobody was listening.

Dexter.

me. “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get

with fear, I stopped to explain.

nowhere,

grasp. I struggled but it was all

of

came to, I found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that let me

I saw a tall

strands

that “stunning” is an appropriate word for

With chiseled features and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked

I didn’t dare make a

picked up an ave from the corner

fear and cautiously climbed

someone knocked me out from behind and hit

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