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“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

“You’ve got that look. Like somebody who’s lived through hell and crawled out the other side just to flip it off.” I let out a shaky breath. If only she knew how close to the truth that was. “Dante told me, by the way,” Zara whispered, adjusting her crooked glasses. “He said you were killed. He told me everything after lots of questipns. Im sorry. For what happened to you.” I forced a small smile. “You don’t need to be sorry,” I murmured. My fingers picked at the edge of the blanket, chain rattling softly. “You didn’t do it.”

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

Now, she was dumping all the blame onto him. He suddenly pointed at Laura and shouted, “What nonsense are you talking about? How can a medical malpractice be pinned on me? Did you forget? I’m just an intern! I can’t even recognize all the surgical instruments! If you hadn’t insisted on making me the lead surgeon, would I have stepped onto the operating table? You were the one who mistook your own mother for Felix’s mother and deliberately handled the surgery carelessly! You’re the real murderer! You brought this on yourself. You killed your own mother!” The police had originally assumed this was just a simple civilian dispute, so they hadn’t expected it to involve a death. Their expressions

"I know a place not far from here. It's an old bookstore. The owner, Mrs. Jenkins, is a friend. She might be able to help us. "I'll check in with some of my contacts," Julian said. "See if they've heard anything about Alex or the organization." Emma nodded. "I'll go to the bookstore and see if Mrs. Jenkins can help us. Meet you back here in a few hours?" Julian nodded, and they exchanged a brief, worried glance before parting ways. As Emma walked to the bookstore, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her pace, her senses on high alert.

Luca stares at me. I grin. “I know. I laughed too. Because what’s a murderer going to do, wave at the camera?” “That won’t stop him.” “No,” I agree quietly. “It won’t.” Another beat. The bookstore hums around us—pages turning, the espresso machine hissing like it’s in on the tension. Luca steps closer, voice low. “Do you want me to pull people together?” I tilt my head. “You asking as my boss, or as the guy who once buried a body before breakfast?”

I clear my throat, his hand jerks, and he turns around quickly, knocking over the book. He knows something. The walls of my stomach clamp, a knot forming. The frantic beating in my chest rises by a notch. Did he commit murder again? How come he recognizes the mark when I was one of the few people to see it? For the love of everything beneath the moon, I'd asked if he'd visited the scene and no one saw him. "It's hard to believe you're not behind these murders when you know more than you should. If you aren't the monster, I'll need more than words to prove your innocence," I say aloud.

"Even dormant, wolf calls to wolf." The cabin fell silent except for the whisper of wind through the pines outside. Casie felt the weight of both bonds settling into her consciousness—Nathaniel's golden thread pulsing with renewed strength, Rick's silver connection growing more solid by the hour. "There's something else," she said, knowing they needed to address the elephant in the room. "The murders. Even with the bond restored, Nathaniel still has to answer for what he did." Nathaniel's shoulders sagged. "I know. The rage, the desperation—none of it excuses taking innocent lives."

' Alexa said and her mother nodded. 'I agree with you, Alexa', she said. 'Lyncan Spark was murdered and not long afterwards, when Camellia was about to reveal her boss - in -crime, she is also murdered. Who knows who the next victim and will be. If the Lyncan king's manor is not safe for it's inhabitants, then how can the packs believe in their king to protect them?' Mildred said and Hector felt drained. 'How do we go about catching this murderer? Hector asked. This was turning out to be a true test of his ability as a Lyncan king.