Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 385

Claire was led into the interrogation room.

The cramped space pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

"Take a seat," the detective said, his voice cutting through the silence. He pulled out a notepad and pen, ready to record her statement.

Claire sat slowly, her hands gripping the edges of the chair until her knuckles turned white.

"Let's get specific," the detective continued, his questions rapid-fire. "Who did you kill? Where did it happen? How did you do it? And why?"

Claire drew in a shaky breath and began.

"I killed Hank Brown. Scarlet. Vincent. And..." Her voice was low and hoarse. With every name she spoke, bloody memories flickered in her mind: Mandy's wild eyes, the twisted faces of her victims.

With each confession, the detective's eyes grew wider. He never would have guessed that this frail-looking woman sitting in front of him had killed four people let alone in such a brutal way.

remain calm, but shock

he pressed,

tone steady and firm.

started scribbling notes. "Then tell me

bracing herself against a

violent assault, Scarlet's calculated betrayal, Vincent's

have to. Every word was the

listened, his horror mounting. His hand moved faster and faster across the page. He'd never imagined anyone-least of all a woman—could go through so much

questioned Claire over and over, determined to confirm every detail. He repeated the same

finally done, he closed his notebook and prepared to

just then,

bottle from her pocket, unscrewed the cap, and, before the detective could

the floor

detective stared at her in shock, eyes wide in horror.

bottle was empty