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Just as he was about taking it away from me, the cops showed up, and circled them while moving in on them. “You’re under arrest, gentlemen.” The cops spoke as they handcuffed them. But shortly after they handcuffed them, they began coughing out blood. I stepped backwards with Jezebel in my arms, puzzled on what was going on with them. They continued coughing out blood until they all dropped dead, at the same time. “Shit!” I cursed out loud. This was certainly planned. Now, all dead ends were already cut off, and there was no way I could capture the brain behind Jezebel’s abduction.

Which he learnt the hard way. My eyes glance at his hands on the wheel as I move on to his face he just grins playfully. He knows he has me full well, but I remind myself to be strong since I can’t give in. I just want his touch on mine, to feel that spark. The electricity. The heart. The vortex of emotions. I go to give in but the car slowly comes to a halt. I look out the window confused, we are in the middle of nowhere. “Um if you wanted to kill me you should have done it already? The first suspect is always the partner.”

Missing College Student’s Body Found in Southeastern PA. She’d thrown up twice before she could finish the article. With the next victims, she searched the papers obsessively until she found them. She didn’t dare go to the police. What help could she be? They were already all dead. What could she say? I paint dead people? The man with the cerulean-blue eyes, Detective Jack Sullivan, had been her ninth. She was not going crazy. There had to be a way out of this. She would find it. “When did it start?” he demanded.

Another door slamming shut. The moment the call ended, I hurled the phone across the room. It struck the wall. Plastic shattered. Glass exploded. The screen cracked beyond repair. I stared at it. Breathing hard. Then slowly sank onto the couch. Because for the first time— I understood. Hart was arrested. Dr. Ramon was cooperating. Lucian survived. Claire was leading the prosecution. Margot Sinclair was involved. Nathaniel Vale was involved. The police were involved. Everyone was closing in.

he said, but Elisa did not immediately enter the room; she walked towards S to ask. “What is this for?” She asked that made S look at her. “I will explain later,” he answered. So, Elisa entered the room. S also entered the classroom, and he closed the door, “Lastly, Phoenix Keehl,” he called me. What is this? “What is the meaning of this?” I asked that made him take a deep breath, and he started to talk. “All of you are the suspects for killing Nate Keehl,” he seriously said that shocked us.

“Okay. I see he has a propensity to disappear without a trace. Questionable comings and goings. Possible murders in which the victims may have been shot at close range after death. “So, how were they actually killed?” “Unknown. Their brains are usually blown out. In one case, a man was decapitated.” I fight a wave of nausea as I flip through the photos. And guilt. Because I should have researched this case deeper myself before I sent Dune. I guess I was too wrapped up in my personal research. “Does the organization actually know what they’re after here, or is it a mystery investigation?” “Unclear.” “Permission to terminate suspect if engaged?”

Fabrizio turned and asked, “What is it?” Garrison reported, “All the suspects are dead.” Silence fell instantly. For a moment, even the sound of the air conditioning felt too loud. Fabrizio stared directly at Garrison. “What did you say?” he asked calmly, making the atmosphere feel even heavier. “Are all of them dead?” “Yes.” Garrison nodded briefly. “All the rogues who were still alive died almost at the same time a few minutes ago. The medical team just reported it.” Fabrizio was shaken, though he kept his expression under control. His jaw hardened slightly. He was certain that these deaths were no coincidence, but rather the work of someone erasing traces—someone moving faster than them,

Afraid the truth would come out? Now I finally understood. She thought I was the one who killed Edmund, and that was why she was so certain I wouldn't dare call the police. But she guessed wrong. If it wasn't Roger, and it wasn't his wife, then who killed Edmund? The police brought us both back for questioning. They grilled me in detail, but in the end, they let go of their suspicions. The truth slowly emerged. After Roger noticed something odd about me on the shop's surveillance footage, he went home and discovered Edmund's phone, along with pieces of a corpse. He assumed his wife had killed Edmund.

Nothing suspicious. And on her phone, the police discovered what looked like a written confession. In it, Gabriella admitted to everything: Caleb, Chad, and Evan's deaths had all been orchestrated by her. She confessed she had framed Kane for each one out of hatred, and even Basia's kidnapping had been her idea—driven by her jealousy of Kane and Aria. The official conclusion: Gabriella had committed suicide to escape justice. It was a neat, tidy explanation. But Kane didn't buy it for a second.

Caleb replies, nodding his head in understanding. We bro hug, and just like that, our fight ends. Lucinda who has been silently watching our interaction scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “Boys are so fucking weird." She says. “Okay, now that your differences have been settled, can we go back to the problem at hand?" I nod my head. “Yeah, so we have two suspects, Clementina and Cara." Caleb grunts when I mention his mate's name and I roll my eyes.