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"Moreover, Ms. Ava and Mr. Darsh are prime suspects in this case. Trust us, we need to find them more than you do." The police finished as Saavi turned to Darsh's mother, her expression twisting in pure disgust. *~~~~*

"I mean, she was pretty messed up those last few weeks. The drinking, the fights with you..." "I thought it was suicide too. We all did. But now..." He shook his head. "Look at it Conny. Does it not look like someone's cleaning up loose ends. Making sure no witnesses survive." This was worse than I’d braced for. I’d banked on Annalise’s death sliding neatly into the usual Nocturne narrative, another glossy tragedy filed under overdose or suicide. It would not have been free of suspicion, of course, but this was Nocturne. No one here cared enough to dig, not past the plastic smiles and rotting secrets. I had counted on apathy to keep me safe. Instead, Luca was threading together the very frag

Harris muttered. "He's using his checkbook," Moss corrected him coldly. "You want to let a billionaire buy his way out of a murder rap, Harris? Double the search teams. Drag them to the stand by their hair if you have to." Dominic walked in, racking his rifle out of habit. "The Feds just lost their backbone. The witnesses are running." "Takahashi buys his freedom tomorrow morning," Sophia said, dropping a coffee mug onto the table. Bang. "It’s over."

"Think about it logically, Skye. You and your mother were the last people I was having issues with before my attack. You were threatening my position as the right successor of the Hale inheritance, trying to ruin my life. So, yes. Until the official police investigation is completely over, you are fully one of my prime suspects." Skye opened her mouth to protest, but the words died in her throat as she saw the absolute, terrifying certainty in my eyes. "And the worst part," I added, my voice dropping back into a cold, haunting whisper, "is that it could have been Vivian who planned the whole thing from behind the scenes. And since she is dying, I may never, ever get the answers I deserve.”

“How?” “The MO was just as I mentioned. The killer would leave the next day and have no interaction with the victim, and that wouldn’t be realistic. The storyline should make them interact and tie everything together, so we need to change that slightly. What if every person who interacted with the victim was a suspect and had a motive?” Steve looked shocked. “You’re saying multiple suspects?” “I rewrote parts of the script after our meeting that day. If we change the MO that was set up to look like a suicide and change it to multiple suspects, it would be even more exciting than a single suspect.

Said I was crazy. Day 70. If anything happens to me, don’t trust— The journal page ended there. A jagged rip split the rest of the sheet in half. The name—gone. Helena stared at it, trembling. The missing word hung in the air like smoke. Don’t trust… who? Greg? Theo? Bianca? Her mother? Cliffhanger Ending Lightning cracked outside. Her window creaked open on its own, slow and eerie. Helena walked over, hands still trembling from what she read.

With each piece of evidence, the puzzle began to take shape, revealing the extent of Victor's manipulation and the lengths he would go to protect his own interests. As we delved deeper into the investigation, the threats against me seemed to subside. It was as if Victor knew we were closing in on him, and he retreated into the shadows, biding his time. Finally, armed with a solid case against Victor, we presented our findings to the authorities. The evidence was overwhelming, and Victor Greyson was arrested, his empire crumbling around him. With Victor behind bars, a sense of relief washed over me. The cloud of fear that had hung over our lives slowly lifted, and I could breathe again. Xande

we both laughed. “By the way, I called the detective. He said he's still investigating. It seems like he's having a hard time. He told me that the last information we got seems to be the dead end,” if it is a dead end, it just means that the culprit didn't leave a lot of footsteps on the way. That bastard cleaned everything up. “What do we do now?” I asked. “We stick with our suspects,” it made us silent. How can't we? The suspects we have are our friends: Lily and Lucas, aside from my mother.

Not even a scrap of paper remained where they had initially been placed in all three bags. By the time she reached Cassian and his men, the situation had become chaotic. The jogger and dog walker—middle-aged, ordinary-looking people—stood with their hands raised, terrified and confused. “Which one of you is the blackmailer?” Cassian barked. His glare was deadly. The two suspects looked utterly confused. “Blackmailer? We were just told to pick this up!” “You’re ruining the scene!” the jogger added indignantly. “Boss…” Dakota called quietly.

Just when Cayden was going through the report, the washroom door opened behind him. Sydney stared at him with a complicated gaze. Her grip on the handle tightened as she watched. As though he sensed the gaze from behind, Cayden’s hands froze. He turned around and locked eyes with a disappointed Sydney. Horrified, the look on Cayden’s face turned pale. “Sis…” Sydney shut her eyes and said with a slightly heavy voice, “Cay, did you know Julien told me there are three suspects who poisoned me? It was Luke, Hunter, and you. I could accept it being Hunter because he and I weren’t that close to begin with.