Revenge After Death

Chapter 25

Zion furrowed his brow and released Steve.

Steve turned and immediately started running. He signaled for Rachel and Zion to follow him.

In a panic, I wanted to stop Rachel.

“Rach, don’t trust him,” I pleaded. “He’s a murderer. Don’t go with him!”

But Rachel saw this as a good opportunity. She was desperate to find me.

“Stop right there,” Rachel demanded. She chased after Steve and urged him to stop.

I was in a state of panic and started to follow them. I shouted at Zion, “Please, follow them. Ensure

her safety.”

Zion snapped to his senses and joined the chase. He and Rachel followed closely behind Steve.

Steve seemed to struggle with his movements. It was evident he was running with all his might. Blood streamed down his slender calves. It was a harrowing sight.

His pants were both short and tattered. It seemed they were scavenged from somewhere.

I couldn’t help but wonder about Steve’s background. If he was indeed from the Lincoln family and they treated him well, I wonder why he would be left to wander without directions.

I knew nothing of Steve’s upbringing. Nor did I wish to empathize with a serial killer. Regardless of his past, murder is indefensible.

injured?” Zion inquired. His brow was furrowed as he grasped Steve’s arm. “Where

He stumbled to the ground, then

I -watched

to his feet?” Rachel gasped in

feet

him to

fall. He offered a hand and waited for Steve to accept

Steve hesitated. It seemed he was already accustomed

his painful journey. Bloody footprints marked his trail.

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burn his feet?” she wondered aloud.

him,” Zion confessed. He spoke with a heavy heart. “I believed he might be the murderer and conducted my

To think he had suspected Steve all along.

the murderer,” I insisted. “You must

an orphanage, he was never acknowledged by Mr. Lincoln

karma that Mr. Lincoln Senior’s lineage has ended with him. Now, he turns to Steve, the grandson he once

followed behind Steve. He lit the cigarette and pondered the cruel irony.

Lincoln family. He frequently

confined him, and treated

his injuries…” she began. “Were they

was a

the wealthy, Steve was not a person but a tool for reproduction. Once he