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“I want to know who he owed money to. I want to know who his enemies were—I want to know his ex-girlfriends, his future wives. I want it all. He may have pissed the wrong people off.” “Yes, mam,” he said, and hurried from the room. Why would they pick this exact time to murder him? Why intermission? Were they sending some sort of message? She walked slowly in the heavily carpeted room, circling, looking at him from every possible angle. He had long, black wavy hair, and was strikingly attractive, even in death. What a waste. At that moment, a sudden noise filled the room. All the officers turned at once. They looked up, and saw that the small TV in the corner had lit up. It played footage of

Shoot the Iubas, but unfortunately that was not an option. The only thing I could do was make my way to Potsdam to face these monsters, or just forget about the whole thing. Unfortunately, it was already clear to me that this was one of the things I couldn't simply forget. My parents' murderers had been found and even if they could no longer harm anyone, they would still be alive. Locked up for the rest of her life, but still alive. “You made up your mind a long time ago,” Reese says quietly.

"I only said they deserved to die. I didn't kill them. I hadn't even made my move yet, and they just… died. Like the universe decided enough was enough. "I'm not gonna lie anymore. I wanted to kill them, yes. I planned to. But I never got the chance. I don't know why they died before I even touched them." "Hannah." Alex's voice came again. Not cold this time, but steady. Too steady. I raised my head, eyes stinging, and through the blur, I saw it. He was holding a phone in his hand. The screen was cracked, caked with dirt and dark stains. My heart lurched. It was Mike's phone.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

Bella stared at me in horror, like she was looking at a ghost that had clawed its way out of the grave. I walked toward her, my eyes empty of everything but a burning fire. "I told you not to touch her. Now, it's your turn." I raised my foot and slammed it into her knee. "Ah!" Bella shrieked, tumbling down the altar steps. The expensive Luna Tiara clattered to the ground, shattering. "Bella!" Ethan roared, lunging to help her, but my next words froze him in place. "Is this your chosen Luna? A manipulative murderer who'd do anything for power?"

Breathing his air. And I hated every second of it. My eyes drifted to the bedside table, and that's when I saw it. A black book. Leather-bound. Unmarked. Sitting there like it was waiting for someone to find it. “Don't touch it.” Kira warned. But I couldn't help myself. I picked it up, the leather cool and smooth beneath my fingers. Flipped it open to the first page. Blank. I frowned, turning to the second page— A hand locked around my arm and yanked.

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

Danny said. “Are you talking about Lekan Johnson, the brother of Biola Johnson who was murdered some weks ago?” DCP Adams asked. “Yes sir” Danny said. “We were talking about closing the case some days ago, because we had no leads at all in tracing the perpetrators of the murder” DCP Adams said. “So are you telling me that you know who are murderes are?” he asked further. “Yes we do, the murderers are based in the US sir, and they have dispatched a team to Lagos to eliminate her brother” Danny said.