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.

Stephanie’s house?” Rachel emerged

“Stephany, after

after you

went to her house. Everything was normal. There were no signs of anyone there. I checked the surveillance from the past few months too, and the only frequent visitor was you. Before Stephie passed away, you were always sneaking into her

“I’m curious. How did you obtain Stephanie’s house keys? How did you unlock the door, and what exactly

surprising that Stephany used to come to my place

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

voicing it

house. But now they’re all gone. You took them, didn’t you?”

you’ve got to believe me. Trust me, I really want to help

Stephany take

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secrets did

exchanged a glance with Zion. “I’m suspicious of her. She knows too much about Stephie, and in too much detail…

That look wasn’t just showing mistrust but

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

trust seemed elusive, my only option was to gather

brows

but his gaze held a

wandered as I stared outside. I watched the drizzly, overcast

all of a sudden–the serial murderer always

rain provided a perfect cover. With people wearing raincoats, even if he was captured on camera, nothing would be clear. It was easy for the killer to

in check. I was desperate to find evidence to