Chapter 48

Kelvin walked down the frozen sidewalk, his own air caught in his throat as the sharp blast drove icy rain into his face.

The storm cloud gradually cleared, and every now and then the moon would interlope, making momentary spots of silver on the sodden sidewalk. Kelvin's boots splattered the sidewalk, water squelching round his ankles, but his thoughts were far removed from the rain.

His head seethed with terror, horror, and a thousand ideas whirling in his brain at the same time.

His ribcage thudded to the working heart, drowning out the thud of the rain, as every instinctive move urged him to get away in a hurry.

"He tried to convince himself they never could connect him with Evelyn's murder, but the words were hollow." I hadn't had motive. That's what matters.

Motivation directs the police toward a suspect. Without it, they'll never come close." He had been drinking continually, brushing rain from his forehead with a trembling hand. But it was no motive whatsoever, was it?

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