Chapter 144

Colin said Stella was one of the innocent ones.

That meant Colin had an inkling of who the real murderer was–one who didn’t kill the innocent. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a void of emptiness.

Not a soul in sight.

I scoured every room in the house, but it was as if the world had swallowed everyone whole.

“Bang!”

The bedroom erupted with noise once more, this time from the depths of the closet.

Exchanging a glance with Robin, we dashed over and flung open the closet door.

Stella was bound and gagged, a makeshift prison of hanging clothes and darkness.

Thankfully, her life wasn’t in danger; she was just a bit dehydrated.

“Stella!” Robin unwrapped her bindings and yanked the cloth from her mouth.

“That bastard… he’s warning us…” Stella’s voice was tinged with shock and panic before she slumped into Robin’s arms.

her to the hospital!” Robin hoisted

raced up my spine. I whipped around, facing the portrait hanging in

pierced

me, taken when the

finally noticing the

when they first walked in, lights flooding the

my eyes, his voice

my body refusing to move, as if

his colleagues, telling them to secure the

blood,” I whispered, trembling.

hands over my eyes, the coppery scent of blood was unmistakable.

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in the photo was freshly

clotted; the murderer is still nearby,” Colin’s voice was

here, when we’d see this photo, A mind that brilliant would be lurking in the shadows, basking in his

telling me to watch over her, and followed Colin in their frantic search.

their vital signs. He’s got a mind for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to the shoe cabinet by the

fit an adult. But Colin moved

had brought a crew with him,

not to let anyone in, that they’d contaminate the scene. But Dexter’s animosity towards Colin was palpable. “This is Phoebe’s place, my fiancée, and this house is in my name now. The ones

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