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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?

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?

Sharp. He looked up, and his gaze turned chilly. "So, thank you very much." When Jeffrey chose his lovers, he definitely cared about appearances. Naturally, Quinn was rather good-looking. Also, the reason Jeffrey had been able to scam so much money out of people was because he'd been very handsome when he was younger. Naturally, Caleb was handsome with a gentle elegance. However, at this moment, he was staring at his biological father with a derisive gaze. It was like he was looking at nothing but a pile of trash.

I hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

"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!"

Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most. Wynnie had enough of his excuses. She presented the proof of Jeff's recent reckless real estate and stock market ventures, all based on his foreknowledge from a previous life. Anyone would be hard-pressed to deny he had such memories. "You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!"

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw