Revenge After Death

Chapter 117

“I suspect the killer may be secretly staying in Stephanie’s house, though I lack evidence. If you trust me, we could arrange for someone to keep an eye on him,” I said nervously.

Even Rachel seemed unconvinced, and I could imagine Zion’s skepticism.

Without their trust, the murderer might persist, posing a continued threat to potential victims.

“I’ve got this feeling that the murderer’s victims are connected to the people from that orphanage, not just those women in red dresses from the photos. Perhaps… it’s just the beginning.” I nervously glanced at Zion. I held off on bringing up the class monitor, Howard, for now.

I needed to find out more.

Zion gave me a skeptical look. “Are you saying the murderer might be staying in Stephanie’s house?”

I nodded firmly, anxiously looking at Zion.

Zion furrowed his brows. “How do you know?”

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“L… Well, I did some digging.” I hesitated.

“And where’s the evidence?” Zion demanded.

“If you trust me, just keep an eye on him. He’s bound to strike again,” I said urgently.

house?” Rachel emerged

“Stephany, after

after you

from the past few months too, and the only frequent visitor was you. Before Stephie passed away,

obtain Stephanie’s house keys? How did you unlock the door, and what exactly were you doing there? Stephie never mentioned you

surprising that Stephany used

wasn’t living there anymore. Yet, Rachel’s and

the truth, voicing it out loud seemed futile.

I searched through Stephie’s belongings. Her diaries were all kept in that house. But now they’re all gone. You took them, didn’t

me. Trust me, I really want to help Stephanie catch the killer,”

Stephany take my

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did

then exchanged a glance with Zion. “I’m suspicious of her. She knows too much about Stephie, and in too much detail… It seems like she’s intentionally imitating Stephie to mislead

look wasn’t just showing mistrust but also carried a sense

I’ll just go,” I stated briefly. Too much

trust seemed elusive, my only option was

fishy,” Rachel remarked, furrowing her brows and exchanging a

a word, but his gaze held a depth of

my mind wandered as I stared outside. I watched

all of a sudden–the serial murderer always

With people wearing raincoats, even if he was captured on camera, nothing would be clear. It was easy for

my emotions in check. I was desperate to find evidence to make them believe me.