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Chapter Forty-One – The Heist

I sprinted toward the tall iron gates, the cool silver of moonlight glinting off their intricate designs. My hands gripped the cold metal as I climbed, feet scrambling for purchase. William and Alexandra followed close behind, using the same footholds I carved out. The gate rattled under our weight before we hurled ourselves over. My ankles jolted painfully as I hit the ground, but I didn’t stop. My sneakers slapped the stone path as I ran straight for the front doors.Alexandra was right on my heels, already at the alarm panel mounted by the entryway. My heart thudded in my chest, breath coming hot and quick. This job was supposed to be low-risk, but the adrenaline had my blood practically buzzing. I bounced on my toes as Alexandra ripped the keypad from the wall, hands diving into the mess of wires. William crouched in front of the lock, picking tools ready.A tense second passed. Then the red light on the alarm blinked green.“Go ahead,” Alexandra

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Chapter Forty-Five – crime scene

It always amazed me how fast the police cleared a crime scene. Were they really that efficient? Or just eager to wrap things up? Either way, Evelyn’s house felt abandoned. Not a soul in sight.We slipped beneath the yellow caution tape, and Alexandra knelt to pick the front door lock. I’d suggested going in through the broken back doors, but William insisted that we shouldn’t risk leaving blood or DNA behind. I didn’t argue.“Uh…” Sarah hesitated behind us. “This is still an active crime scene, right?”“You already lied to the cops,” William pointed out without missing a beat. “What’s one more thing?”I gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as William sliced through the evidence tape with his pocket knife. The four of us stepped inside.I didn’t let my eyes wander. One glance at the wrong corner and I knew I’d unravel again. Instead, I headed straight for the painting still hanging above the fireplace.Alexandra helped me lift it down and rest it carefully on the couch. I was pai

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Chapter Forty-Two – Disappearing

Chapter Forty-Two – DisappearingNothing kickstarts a morning quite like finishing a job—unless your brother’s sulking while pretending he isn’t. Alexandra’s duffel bag sat half-packed on the bed, and his untouched to-go coffee was sweating on the side table. I frowned at it. He hadn’t taken a single sip.“You alright?” I asked.Alexandra looked up, startled, like he’d just remembered I existed. “Yeah,” he said quickly, then went back to stuffing clothes into his bag. I raised an eyebrow but let it drop.That’s when William came barreling out of the bathroom.“We’ve got a problem. I can’t find my wallet.”Alexandra paused mid-pack, a shirt bunched in his hands. I reached for my prescription bottle and popped a pill.“How exactly is that our problem?” Alexandra asked.William was already tearing apart the bar counter. “Because I think I left it at the warehouse last night.”Of course he did. My pill went

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Chapter Forty-Three – The Painting Changed

Books thudded onto the table, jarring enough to make me jump. “You said the Isaiah Jones family, right?” the librarian asked, his voice buzzing with a level of excitement that set me on edge.Alexandra gave him a calm nod. “Yeah. That’s right.”The librarian didn’t waste a second. He started tearing through his pile of old newspapers and worn history books. “I pulled everything I could find from local archives. So, uh, you three into true crime?”William had just wandered over from the magazine rack. He leaned on the table, raising an eyebrow. “Something like that. Why?”The man lifted a fragile yellowed newspaper like it was a sacred text. The main headline screamed something about the Titanic, but his finger tapped at a smaller article tucked on the side:FATHER MURDERS FAMILY, TAKES OWN LIFE.William pointed at it. “Yeah. That sounds like what we’re looking for.”“The whole family?” Alexandra asked, voice tighten

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Chapter Forty-Four – Flames of the Past

William slammed the brakes just as we skidded into the driveway. I barely noticed the Jeep parked ahead of us before I flung my door open and bolted. My boots pounded the pavement as I sprinted toward the house. Behind me, the Impala’s engine clicked off, but I was already halfway to the porch.A figure stepped from the shadows beside the Jeep, rushing straight for Alexandra. I instinctively reached for my weapon, panic rising in my throat—until she stepped into a slice of moonlight.“Alex, what’s going on?” Sarah Blake asked, fear etched deep into her voice.“I told you not to come,” he muttered.I brushed past them, ignoring the rising tide of frustration toward Sarah. I leapt up the steps with William and Alexandra on my heels.I reached the front door first. I knocked hard—no answer. “Evelyn?” I shouted. The stillness inside made my stomach twist. “Hello? Evelyn, it’s Kate!”William pounded beside me. “Anybody home?!”

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Chapter forty five - crime scene

It always amazed me how fast the police cleared a crime scene. Were they really that efficient? Or just eager to wrap things up? Either way, Evelyn’s house felt abandoned. Not a soul in sight. We slipped beneath the yellow caution tape, and Alexandra knelt to pick the front door lock. I’d suggested going in through the broken back doors, but William insisted that we shouldn’t risk leaving blood or DNA behind. I didn’t argue. “Uh…” Sarah hesitated behind us. “This is still an active crime scene, right?” “You already lied to the cops,” William pointed out without missing a beat. “What’s one more thing?” I gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as William sliced through the evidence tape with his pocket knife. The four of us stepped inside. I didn’t let my eyes wander. One glance at the wrong corner and I knew I’d unravel again. Instead, I headed straight for the painting still hanging above the f

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Chapter Forty-Six - Digging Graves

Luckily for us, Sarah didn’t freak out too much when William hauled the shovels from the trunk. A part of me worried we’d pushed her past fear—like maybe she was just staying quiet to survive until this whole thing ended. Honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed her. Even I was disturbed sometimes by how numb I’d gotten to this kind of work.After what happened back in Benjamin Miller, the boys didn’t love the idea of me doing anything too hands-on. That meant I got stuck on flashlight duty with Sarah while they did the digging. I sat beside her, sulking, annoyed that my one chance at action got taken away like I was some misbehaving kid."William—" I started, gearing up to beg for the third time that hour."I’m not hearing it, Kate," he barked, not even looking up from his work. He jabbed a finger toward me. "Little more to the left."I scowled and seriously considered throwing the flashlight at his thick skull. Alexandra intercepted the thought by

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