All Chapters of The Hawkins Blood: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

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

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

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