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.

someone living in Stephanie’s house?” Rachel emerged from the

“Stephany, after

after you

was normal. There were no signs of anyone there. I checked the surveillance from the past few months too, and the only

obtain Stephanie’s house keys? How did you unlock the door, and what

surprising that Stephany used to come to

living there anymore. Yet, Rachel’s and Zion’s intense stares made it

it out loud seemed futile.

diaries were all kept in that house. But now they’re

me, I really want to help Stephanie catch

Stephany take my

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secrets did

“I’m suspicious of her. She knows too much about Stephie, and in too much detail… It seems like she’s

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

stated briefly. Too much talk would only deepen their suspicions.

trust seemed elusive, my only option was to

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

didn’t say a word, but his gaze held

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

a sudden–the serial murderer always seemed

nothing would be clear. It was easy for the killer to strike

I said, trying to keep my emotions in check. I was desperate to find evidence