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It was the shopkeeper's wife, Roger's wife. "You?" I blurted out, startled. The police had insisted she didn't seem like the killer. She gave a small smile. "Surprised? I know the truth." "What truth?" I demanded, my voice tight with urgency. She paused, staring at me as if struck by something. Then a strange laugh escaped her lips. "No wonder. No wonder! Your nerves really are made of steel!" "What do you mean?" I pressed. "It was you who killed Edmund! And then you framed my husband! He's too honest, too quiet. He actually fell for your trick!"

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

Right in front of her was not just a simple shoplifter in convenience stores, but an actual criminal who does more than steal. Dakota furrowed her eyebrows in confusion once again for that day when the blonde whom she was pinning on the wall suddenly flashed a smile—an excited smile. From the moment the blonde came to help her in the convenience store up to that moment, there was only one thing that the stranger thought of: the blondie was, if not a psycho, a peculiar human being.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.

"Angel Jackson, the manager, had a key to the upstairs office for inventory coordination. Found Matthews when she went up to discuss the week's orders." The shop occupied what had once been the home's entire second floor, walls removed to create an open showroom filled with glass cases displaying watches, jewellery, and other small antiques. Crime scene technicians worked methodically through the space, cataloguing evidence and photographing the disrupted displays. Matthews' body lay near the back office, surrounded by broken glass and scattered timepieces. The blood pattern was unlike anything Casie had seen in her years as a detective, not splatter or pooling, but perfect concentric circle

I took a puff from my cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air as I took two steps closer to where he struggled to stand. “You accused Nelly of murdering Dahlia.” “Because she did.” “And what evidence do you have?” I tightened my jaw, raising my cigarette to my face. “We all know what killed Dahlia.” Blood oozed from his mouth, and I saw that a tooth had fallen out. “You’re fucking gullible, Ace!” I didn’t expect him to yell in my face after I'd put my hands on his face. “Mark my words… A woman will be the one to end you.”

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

No one builds a fortress like this without secrets to protect. I glance back at the door. Lucy is still outside, but the thought does little to calm my nerves. I return to the desk, running my hands along the edges in search of a hidden compartment. When nothing gives, I move to the bookshelves. My fingers trail over the spines, most of which are fake—decorative placeholders meant to impress rather than inform. I’m about to give up when one book catches my eye. Smaller than the others, it’s wedged awkwardly between two massive volumes.

It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and take a book that looks the most interesting out of all the books I saw. 'In the Woods' by Tana French.

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