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Chapter 114: Fingerprints

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last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 18:22:13

The air around the alleyway still reeked faintly of smoke and iron. The flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers bathed the narrow street in a restless glow, casting shadows that stretched and flickered against the brick walls.

Yellow tape stretched across both ends of the street, holding back the murmuring crowd of onlookers who craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the body already zipped into a black bag. Detective Lorenzo crouched near the cracked pavement, his gloved fingers hovering just above a faint smudge. His eyes were sharp, his body rigid, as though he was tuned entirely to the vibrations of the crime scene.

The journalist’s death had already stirred whispers inside the precinct–too sudden, too clean. And now, standing here, he felt that same certainty chewing at his gut: this wasn’t random. Someone wanted her silenced probably because she had gotten close–too close. “Sir.” One of the officers called, breaking his concentration. A small evidence bag was handed
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