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

up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said to head there after work tonight. We’ll set

it and went to Tangle Lane after my

someone was really

I was freaking out,

was listening. Something felt off, so I kept

Dexter.

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

I stopped

of nowhere, covering

I struggled but it was

of

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

to get in. I saw a

and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face, the word “stunning‘ crossed

appropriate word for

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

dare make

he picked up an ave from the corner and dragged it out.

cautiously climbed out of

before someone knocked me out

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