Novel & Cerita Believing Me Ingrid Clayton

Not even us. Especially not me. I was the last person to see her alive. Well—me and Rosetta. And yet I’m not shaken. I should be. But I’m not. Because something about this feels planned. Or convenient. Ingrid Bishop doesn’t just disappear. She’s reckless, not stupid. Calculating, not careless. Her silence doesn’t read like fear. It reads like defiance. Or bait. “She’s a fucking ticking bomb,” I murmur to myself, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

All the investigators that I had assigned had all said the same thing: all the information surrounding her was highly classified and inaccessible. Meanwhile, she had been under my nose all this time, and I didn't have any idea! How could I have been so blind and so utterly foolish to trust Cynthia over her? The realization gnawed at my insides—a bitter guilt that threatened to consume him. Each time I looked at Valeria, the weight of my betrayal pressed harder against my chest, making it difficult to breathe. "How could I have been so stupid?"! The words echoed painfully in my mind. I had believed Cynthia's words over Valeria. Hell, I foolishly believed her lies without question, and then I