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.

still fixated on someone living in Stephanie’s house?” Rachel emerged from

“Stephany, after

after you

Everything was normal. There were no signs of anyone there. I checked the surveillance from the past few months

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

surprising that Stephany used to come to my place often. What was she

wasn’t living there anymore. Yet, Rachel’s and Zion’s intense stares made it feel suffocating.

truth, voicing it out

searched through Stephie’s belongings. Her diaries were all kept in that house. But now they’re all

to believe me. Trust me, I really want to help Stephanie

take

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did she hold?

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

a skeptical look. That look wasn’t just showing mistrust but also carried a sense of

just go,” I stated briefly. Too much talk would only deepen

trust seemed elusive, my only option was

Rachel remarked, furrowing her brows and

his gaze held

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

all of a sudden–the serial murderer always

wearing raincoats, even if he was captured on camera, nothing would be clear. It was easy for the killer to strike and

trying to keep my emotions in