Poison Study Series Novels & Stories

Louis' hands curled into tight fists as he walked into the house, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He completely ignored the overwhelming stench of blood as he called my name over and over again, his eyes bloodshot. "Stop pranking me!" He shouted. "Do you think it's going to work on me?" He didn't even notice that his voice was trembling. As a forensic pathologist, there was nothing that he was more sensitive to than the scent of blood, and there was no faking the amount of blood that painted the walls of our house. There was no way there'd be so much blood if a brutal murder didn't take place here?