HIDDEN, THE IDENTITY OF THE CRUCIFIX

CHAPTER 95: [And so they were left fumbling, who’s evil, but neither the two knew that they have the same blood running on their veins.]

Michael is dead, same with Jed.

Rio felt her hands felt clammy under her sweater as she sits under Detective Ruscov’s gaze. It was penetrating as if he was trying to read her soul since earlier. It was early in the morning, when Midnight and Paxton go out, and so the male strode, asking and throwing questions to the groggy Rio who is not surprised at his uninvited appearance.

“Your coffee would get cold.” She said a free R a moment, when she could no longer stand the awkward silence that fell between the pair.

“Leave it be, I have more things to worry than having a cold coffee, Ms. Buenaventura—”

“It’s Rio, I told you to call me Rio.” She despised recalling that name.

Not because Rio hated it, but she do not like the memories that came after.

“Rio.” Ruscov corrected himself. Behind him stood Reed, who was trying to figured out something. It just that