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September 14 - September 18, 2023
“It’s an antique, damaged from years of abandonment, but its skeleton is good. I had hired Mr. Legat to restore it for me.”
I may be evil, but I am not the evil you’re hunting.”
what if someone forced Victor to make the call to place him in her line of fire?
“The piano he’s kneeling before is mine.”
No anomalies caught her scrutiny—
the blonde was gone as if she had vanished into thin air.
She couldn’t see him. No one could.
That should be him out there with his detective. Those should be his arms surrounding her waist. His lips against her mouth. His fist around her throat.
Isobel Emerson was his. Not Vera’s. Not Garrett’s. Not this town’s. His.
With a suddenly dry mouth, she scanned the jewelry with a more attentive eye, picking through the gold and silver—
It wasn’t. He couldn’t.
She was blind to all but that jewelry box. Deaf to all but her racing heart, she never heard his weight settle behind her.
“It was you,” she croaked, her back still turned to Garrett as she stared at the damning evidence before her. His bloody souvenirs.
“We found nothing because the murderer is a cop who anticipated what we would look for.”
“What souvenirs?” He looked genuinely confused
“Bel, stop moving.” “I trusted you, and you’re a monster! Why, Garrett? Why kill them?” “I didn’t kill anyone.” He stalked closer. Too close.
“Bel, come here, and we’ll talk about it.”
Run BEL
“I have no clue how those things got into my room. I swear to you, I didn’t put those there.”
Hm smells like a set up
“I swear to you. I’m not the killer. I am the guy you believed me to be.
“Prove I didn’t do this. I know you will.”
Eamon Stone hovered in the distance, his sweat-soaked skin blending in with the trees as he watched her.
He simply observed her, and Bel couldn’t tell if it was because he was hunting her or guarding her.
Cerberus acted like nothing was wrong as she dragged him home. Both times they found Stone
Bel spotted her cleaning her kitchen, curly grey hair bobbing in the window.
Gooseflesh pricked her skin, her hair standing up on end. Fear. Unadulterated fear. Something was wrong.
there on the floor was one of the overnight deputies, his neck broken.
as she burst into the jail cell, the first thing she registered was red.
pain-riddled shell as she stared up at Garrett hanging from the jail cell bars… his heart missing.
Bel noticed for the first time just how horrified her boss looked.
“I’m going to get everyone in here, and I mean everyone. I will find who did this and crucify them.”
He was innocent. She had arrested an innocent man, a man she cared for, and now he was dead.
The killer had changed his M.O. He had altered his routine, and that was what screamed for her attention.
Garrett wasn’t originally a target. He wasn’t supposed to die.
This killing occurred to make a point.
Her partner was most likely the scapegoat meant to take the fall when the killer was finished,
This death was aimed at her specifically. But why?
Bel froze, noticing a fingerprint on her desk for the first time.
As if the owner had been in the woods… or filthy from renovations.
We can’t solve these homicides only for them to get thrown out in court because someone calls your motives into question.”
Eamon Stone’s prints?”
She wasn’t running Eamon’s prints. She was running the odd one from her desk.
Perhaps Griffin taking her off the case was a good thing. She couldn't handle these killings at the moment.
Deputy Saltz disabled it.” Bel froze.
She had tripped over Saltz’s body on her way into the building. “Why?”
“We called him down to the station, but he arrived with his lawyer,” Griffin answered. “He explained he came looking for you last night. Said he had a concern he wished to discuss with you.”
He claimed he searched for paper to write you a note, which is how his print ended up on your desk.
a feminine silhouette darted through the woods.
Cerberus loosed a low growl.
Bel, dear?” Vera appeared
Cerberus’ growls increased. “What’s going on?”
