A Murderer's Luck
A picture of a trash bag appeared on the screen, together with a couple of blurred pixels of blood around it.
“The police are now investigating what they have believed to be a murder.”
Alice felt her thumping heart slowed. It was scary to think that there might be a murderer out there, but at least, it was not someone she knew.
At least, it was not her fault.
“That’s terrifying,” Wilson commented as he watched the news with her. “First, it was your friend, then now, this. This town is starting to crawl with dangerous people.”
That night, Alice had a hard time sleeping. She shifted on her bed multiple times, she counted sheep and got herself a nice glass of warm milk, but the drowsiness of sl