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My chest seized, the stale air making me want to be sick at the same time. Sprinting past the grimy pile of black sheets waiting for me, Elvie and Mara to deal with left me retching. My mind was all doubt and fear for the person I had just about let inside my fragile little world. What was so wrong about mentioning that Orphanage to make Reu clam up? It could only be if they were involved. If he knew something. If Reu and Declan were murderers and robbers, just like every other Rogue pack. That would tie up with what Viktor had said, about Rogues being involved. Murder, robbery, violence. As the noise echoed and bounced around the concrete tomb we called home my breath grew shorter. The only

"Woman. Looks like she's in her thirties, maybe a teacher or babysitter. There's a children's storybook in her bag." "What do the two victims have in common?" Morgan asked. "It's clear from the identity that they had different life style and situation. They are victims chosen at random. The only thing the victims have in common is that they don't have their wallet, jewelry and cell phone at all," said Greg, one of Elmer's children. "It's like a robbery, but the perpetrators are quite stupid, because it's clear they were already dead before being dragged into this area." "They disguised this murder as a robbery by the Rogues," Morgan muttered to himself. "Someone paid those Rogues to do this

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Lumabas na sya at pumasoj sa isng coffee shop kaya nagmask na ako agad at nagcap para siguradong ligtas kinuha ko din ang maliit na knife ko at isuksok sa gilid ng pantalon ko,mahirap na i lock my car and i start to walk. Tumingin tingin ako sa palagid dahil baka may nagmamanman din saakin pero wala naman kaya pumasok na ako sa coffee shop at tinanaw ko si ruel na kausap si manuel. "oh?what a coinsidence?"nakangiting bulong ko sa sarili ko dahil hindi ako makapaniwala na yung dalawa kong papatayin eh nandito na!Katapat ko na HAHA.

Roxie pointed at the bandits and laughed. The leader scoffed at Baby Robbie dejectedly, “You truly are shameless, Robert Ares!” Damn it! He had been in this line of work for decades and no one had ever managed to poison him before. Hence, he self-proclaimed to be the most shameless murderer in the world. Unexpectedly, this brat broke his record. He was even more shameless than him! Baby Robbie said, “We’re all the same types of people. If you’re heartless, why should I be benevolent? Return Thirteen to me and I’ll let all of you go.”

Nevertheless, whoever may have been on the call deems to intentionally dialed his number, and if he wasn’t mistaken and his hunch were somehow correct—it has something to do with the on-going murders. “You are the one, who needed me, Detective.” He chuckles. It hurt Ruscov’s ears. The robotic voice deems to create an ecstatic that could make one ears bleed as the pitch is high, and it’s mess up. “I am not playing any games with you—” The man cut him off. “Yes, we are going to play.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you the culprit?” Bravely, he asked. Ruscov earned a laugh. “You guess, Detective.” It was taunting. “It’s not my job. It is for you to seek, but don’t worry, I’ll give you a clue about th

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

The trucks behind us board us to protect us from whatever Erick told the mobster. Dimitri approaches his best friend. I go up the stairs that lead to the main door, I cover my face a bit as I feel the strong light of the crystal lamp that adorns the ceiling of the mansion. My body is thrown forward. Sabrina holds my arm tightly and his face shows me that he is furious. “What's going on?” I speak fearfully. I get alarmed as I climb the stairs that lead to the detention room. It cannot be possible…

I scream, but no sound comes. The vision shifts—cops at the scene, calling it a robbery gone wrong. But I see the truth now, my Moon Eyes cutting through the lie. No valuables taken, just papers missing from Dad’s desk. It was a hit, targeted, unsolved. My parents knew something—about the vault, maybe the spirit. I snap back, gasping, tears burning my cheeks. My knife’s in my hand, gripped so tight it hurts. “Murder,” I whisper, heart pounding. “They were killed for this.”