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“Just do it. Don’t get caught. You understand?” “Ahhh, damn it.” “W-What did you say?” “No! No! I will do it! I will!” Dino made a salute to his grumpy boss and led Jane with him. Looking around, Mingyu heaved a sigh. No matter where he look at it, the scene only lead him to one suspect and it is Jane. ‘However, why did Jane make the call? If she really killed the victim, she won’t do that. Also… that smell…’

"Jeff, you know me!" "I believe numbers. I believe what adds up," he said, and for the first time, I saw the doubt in his eyes. "And right now, Jane’s confession adds up to a very clean closed case." "Then you must know that Jane being a lone killer doesn't add up! She's not even a Thorne! She’s an employee! She doesn't have the resources to take down a private jet! Or the accident with my parents. Someone was behind her!" "Don't you get it?" Jeff leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "If she’s naming an accomplice, *you* are the accomplice.

She returned to her seat just as Lucy, still blushing, pushed her desk next to Jane's, so that their two chairs were almost touching. Jane didn't need to make any more entries in the Unfair Life book. She had all the proof she needed to agree that her life sucked. Nothing like this had ever happened to her sister Caroline, or ever could. It could happen only to the vice president of Loser Club. She was in love with her science teacher, AKA Rapunzel. And Lucy Adams, AKA the weirdo, was in love with her. ~*~ Jane stared down at her desk, unwilling to look at Lucy. She knew that Lucy was staring at her desk, too, unwilling to look at her. One of them had to break the ice. But Jane felt colder t

she said, “You killed her, so you could take her place,” I said, under my breath, understanding now where she was headed with this story. “You really are an evil woman,” I said to her. “I think you now know more than you should, Blair,” she said, “I would be afraid, if I were you,” she added. She was not wrong, I was afraid. Jane walked slowly to the bowl of water, which I later found out was concentrated acid. She dropped the file into the acid bowl.

She moaned as her body reached its breaking point. *** John Grant slumped against the wall outside the interrogation room. Jolene Knowles had willingly confessed to the murders of Diane Walker and Suzanne Lee — even detailing how she’d lured each of them to the basement or restroom before bludgeoning them to death and stapling their eyes out of sheer jealousy. But she profusely refused to confess to the murder of Irana Long.

"I need your cooperation, and I need you to think rationally right now. How did you get kidnapped?" Jane wiped her tears away with shaky hands. "I was on the way back from clubbing with two of my friends. They insisted that we walk to my house because it wasn't far from the club, but then they both decided to take a piss in an alley nearby, and I waited for them. But then I felt someone come up behind me, and before I knew what was happening, I was choking on chloroform. I woke up in a basement or maybe a warehouse of some sort—I couldn't tell because I was blindfolded throughout," she said and choked out a sob. "So you didn’t see anything?" Julian asked, and she nodded.

Jane is powerful. She is a powerful witch. She could kill us with a snap of her finger. And do you know the person that is also responsible for our parent's death?" I got up on my feet immediately. "No, no, no. Don't tell me it was also Jane who did it." "Yes, it was Jane who killed our parents. She caused the accident that happened five years ago." Just then the door burst open. Drake walked in. "It was Jane who killed our parents?" He questioned.

Or she remembers something. “Your father led the raid that killed my mate, robbed me of my baby. A female offered to hold my Hannah so I could quickly pack a bag and I was so frantic that I fell for it. I came out of my hut and they were gone! You bastard,” Jane shouts, taking everyone by surprise.

This eliminated all remaining doubt. Jane meant to kill me. She had from the start, but now she had the means. She was enjoying my pain. She wanted to bring Elva into the underground. She wanted to bring down the royal family. And like this, broken and tattered and weak, I could do nothing to stop her. I could only lie here as the blood pooled under my thighs, spreading around me so that my dress is soaked with it. I could only watch, as she lifted the knife toward the column of my throat. My neck was still marred with love bites from Nicholas’s tender attentions. Would Jane slice through those? Or could I remain Nicholas’s until the very end?

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo