syfa ౨ৎ

85%
Flag icon
It wasn’t on the day of my murder; it was on the day after. Two days after that a police dog would find my body curled in a rain ditch by the side of the road. Gert had called Silas when I was still missing, before my body was even found, which seemed to suggest that she already knew I was dead.
My Murder
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview