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“It’s you, Jeff. You still look very-“ I stared at his almost ragged brown trousers and a red shirt with yellow stains on it. He had become worse than the last time I saw him, almost a year back. I was pregnant by then, my belly so big and my cheeks on the verge of exploding. “Forget it,” he said. “You’re doing quite well but have forgotten your first friends.” Friends? Were we ever friends? I did not remember that part. I was lost for words. “But if there’s one thing that never fails to make an appearance, it’s karma. And it will come for you. Sooner than you expect. Mark my words, Lena Kamara. Or is it Lena Elliot?” “Jeff, what-“ He walked away immediately. I wanted to chase after him for

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

Shaking, I snatched up my phone, pulled up that second-hand app, and shoved the screen in his face. "What's the deal with this? You posted this picture? And these comments, what's the story?!" There on the screen, words blinking back at us: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. Jeffrey took a quick look and burst out laughing. "Come on, it was just a stupid dare I lost with the boys. It was all in good fun!" "All in good fun?" My voice spiked with panic. "You plastered my picture all over the internet, telling everyone our door's wide open? Jeffrey, have you lost your mind?

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

“Well, wasn't it broadcast everywhere, on all the television channels? I'm sure you've watched it. Jeff died because he fired a gun at his own heart.” “No, you said Jeff was shot, not committed suicide.” Shanon narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You killed him." Calvin raised his face to face the cabin ceiling, his hands on his hips and he stood with his back to Shanon. He smiled at first, but suddenly that smile turned into a very loud and discordant laugh. He laughed in front of Shanon like a psychopath who had just been caught in the act of committing a crime. “Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.”

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

Ellen wasn't willing but she came around. " you need to promise me you won't be angry and react", Ellen asked Jeffrey. Jeffrey was quiet but later said my love tell me, you've got nothing to worry. "I- I think I got raped and had those little ones, I got raped by Kelvin, but I can't really place my finger on any evidence yet. Jeffrey got very furious when She narrated what she could remember to him. Jeffrey left Ellen at the restaurant and went to Kelvin's home, Kelvin was in a meeting with his mom out his house.

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"