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The number of books in that study is enough to open a library. “Is this your library?” I asked her, still gaping around like a lost fish. “This is my study, the library is by the other end of the house.” She said and she made her way to her seat and that's when I took a proper look towards where she headed, of a truth it's her study, “have a seat Karma,” she told me and I sneered at her. “It's Dr. Kuntz to you Judge Bergmann,” She looked at me for a while.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

Kai sat down, leaning forward; he wanted every detail and wouldn’t leave a stone unturned. “She took the book. I sensed it because I was guarding the place. I arrived, but she had already gone. Luckily I could trace the scent of the book. I found her, and I killed her. It didn’t take long — she was skilled, but not enough. I took the book back... or so I thought. It wasn’t the book. It turned out to be a copy. She must have exchanged it before I found her.” Logan let out a long, heavy sigh.

He started and we waited patiently for him to finish up. "The twist here is that, he was set loose in this forest on purpose, and I am meant to put him out within two hours and...." "Twenty minutes now." Karima helped him out and he nodded at her, as a form of 'thank you.' "But why?" I raised a question. Why would a killer be set on the loose, on purpose at that. "It's what I get because someone stole my book and gave it to the person who read it." He replied sarcastically and I already got it.

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.

"You imbecile, do you think I killed Aiden and Kino?" Stefan blinked. "Did… Did you not, sir?" The Dark Messenger huffed impatiently. "No. Wilbur Penn did this. He killed Buker, and then Aiden and Kino after that. I just got here. He was lucky enough to escape." "Honorable Dark Messenger, do you plan to take care of this yourself?" "I don't care about anything else, but Wilbur Penn is mine. Tell the Pope that he must not kill Wilbur Penn, no matter what happens. I want the man alive."

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.” Beauty’s points are impressing the fuck out of me and the fact that Killer is quiet says the

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.