Chapter 921

Harry had finally confessed-out loud, no less—and the thrill mixed with shock left Hank almost lightheaded.

Harry had killed nine people, but the cops had only ever recovered eight bodies.

Jason had called it: the very first victim was still missing because Harry had hidden the body.

The game wasn't over yet. Hank kept up his performance, still acting like he was writhing in pain.

Truth was, Harry's knife hadn't even broken skin. The blood in Hank's mouth and soaking his shirt was all fake. He and Jason had planned it all out, knowing Harry's twisted methods. Hank was wearing a protective vest under his clothes- something straight out of an old detective movie. The blood? Just movie prop stuff.

It was all a setup to make Harry confess on tape. Hank had a discreet earpiece with Jason listening in and recording everything from a van nearby.

This was the kind of evidence that would finally bring Harry down.

"You're insane," Hank whispered, his voice shaky with fake fear. "You killed nine people? But the police only found eight bodies. You're lying. Are you just trying to scare me? The cops are too good to miss a killer like you."

already on edge, snapped. "The cops are

huh? If you want me to

the concrete

up and let out a huge sigh. "Man, you finally cracked. I was about

in fake blood, had tested Hank's acting

stared at him, dumbfounded. "Wait-you're fine? But I

protective vest from under his shirt and tossed them at Harry. "Here, keep 'em

yourself in, o'll haul you to the station

realized he'd been

grinned. "Took you long

alone, he lunged with the knife. “I'll

didn't even

need to. Jason

nowhere, kicked Harry straight into the river behind the stalls, then wade in, holding Harry under until he stopped

there coughing and gasping, too weak

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