All Chapters of Don't be Fooled: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amara is standing on the balcony of her room, watching the birds, the clouds, and the trees as they dance with the wind. So far, Dylan is contented with the times she's giving him. Those quick pecks on the cheeks, holding hands, and storytelling. Dylan was trying so hard to be a gentleman. But she can see right through him.A knock on the door interrupted Amara's thought. It's Dylan. She's sure of it. It's eight in the morning, so for sure, Dylan already cooked breakfast. Amara continued on acting dumb to make Dylan believe that he got her wrapped in his fingers."Good morning, Amara." Dylan greeted her after she opened the door."Good morning, Dylan." Amara greeted back with the sweetest smile she can muster."Breakfast is ready, my princess.""You're so sweet."Dylan and Amara descended to the dining hall. Amara secretly scoffed when she saw all the food on the table. There's fruits, ham, bacon, fried rice, vegetable salad. He really is pu

The dead body of Dylan Waltz was found inside his room by the house cleaning crew. There was no sign of foul play, no forced entry, and no witness. The estimated time of death was around the early morning of that same day. The cause of death was ruled as a heart attack.Amara was questioned about her time with Dylan. But because she arrived home three days before Dylan died, she was easily crossed out on the list of suspects. Besides, Amara was a known escort girl even by the law enforcers. They know her style and know that she doesn't stay with a customer for more than three days.The police also interviewed Dylan's doctor and found out that Dylan does have a heart condition. Of course, Amara knew this. That is the reason why it was easy for her to find the perfect poison. She returned to the resthouse a few times to ensure that he would not starve or be dehydrated. Amara ensured that police won't find any signs of foul play.The whole city of Haverville is in

Det. Sullivan hasn't slept in two days. He's been working nonstop to catch the serial killer. But still, he got nothing. All they have are witnesses who didn't see the face of the last person the victim was with before he died and the perfume. It was manufactured by only one company.Everybody kept telling him that he needs to take a rest. But Marvin can't because if he rests, all he would do is think about his daughter. Sullivan can't stop working because he could lose his mind."Whoah! Easy there, buddy." Marvin almost fell first on the floor if Fred didn't catch him first."I'm fine, Fred. I'm okay." Marvin tried to stand straight."You're not okay, Det. Sullivan. You haven't slept at all." Nolan, the other police officer, said as he passed them by."He's right, you know. Marvin, you need to sleep.""I can't sleep! That serial killer is still out there! My daughter died because of that serial killer! I cannot sleep!"Everybody stop

Det. Marvin Sullivan kept on working the murder cases of Salazar Simmons and Rodney Muller. He kept coming back to the crime scene, hoping to see something they missed the first few times. But no matter how hard he tried to look, he still came up with nothing. No clue about who the killer is.Marvin is following Bartholomew Carter's video blogs. He kept wondering how Barth is getting that information. Sometimes, he even has details that the police don't have. Like the names of those supposed victims of Simmons and Muller. He kept wondering how he got those names."Marvin, we've been here four times. The hotel management is already complaining. They need to clean this room." Fred tapped Sullivan's shoulder."But we have to make sure that we didn't miss anything. We can't be too complacent." Marvin responded."Complacent? We already combed this room and the other crime scene four times over. How can it still be called complacent?""Just back me up on

Bartholomew Carter just finished his latest video blog when he and Neilsen heard a knock on the door. Barth signaled Neil to open the door while he finishes putting everything they used in the corner. When Carter looked around, he saw the woman he talked to at the convention. Sandra Galagher."Sandra, it's so nice to see you again. Come in, have a seat." Bartholomew pointed to the chair in front of his desk."Thank you, Mr. Carter," Sandra responded with a timid smile."Please, call me Barth.""Barth, I'll just stay outside. Call me if you need anything." Neilsen announced."Wait, set up the camera, Neil.""Yup, alright.""We can start now. I also need to see my sister after this." Sandra said all of a sudden."Sure. Neil hit record, please.""You got it. Recording.""Thank you, Neil." Carter smiled at his cameraman and turn to Sandra. "How are you. Sandra?""I've been better. I just wanted to get it all ou