Revenge After Death

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Phil ran to the side to make a call and soon returned. He said, “They’ve sent Steven to the asylum once they’re done interrogating him. He hasn’t left since and his alibi checks out.”

Eason frowned and said, “Hah, he wouldn’t need to lift a finger to kill someone. He only has to snap his

fingers.”

I rolled my eyes at him and said, “Are you talking about a legend now? You should’ve just mentioned that Steven is a god then, Why bother saying that he snapped his fingers?”

Eason glanced at me disdainfully and said, “What do you know? Have you seen before murder cases disguised as accidental deaths before?”

I shook my head in all seriousness.

“If I have a grudge against you, and I want you dead, there are many ways for me to do it without breaking the law,” Eason replied indifferently.

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1 pursed my lips, obviously in disbelief. Eason was exasperated when he said, “Looks like Stephanie Carlson after all.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “My name is Stephany Larson. Also, why do you keep insisting that Steven is the killer? Didn’t you say that the serial murder case was about to be closed?”

“Many things aren’t as simple as you think. I’m not surprised that someone with an ordinary brain like yours wouldn’t be able to understand it,” Eason said, his words unminced.

He then got someone to bring me to the interrogation room as he prepared himself to head over to the

crime scene.

He said, “Try guessing, the murderer was supposed to kill according to plan. Now that Yasmin didn’t die. those after her should technically be safe. But why did the murderer start killing again as soon as Steven was sent to the asylum?”

I frowned, unable to find the logic in Eason’s words..

“That murderer was provoking the police. Every single person he has killed from the beginning was all just for Steven. Can you still sav

that this serial murder case has nothing to do with Steven?” he asked.

His gaze flashed with anger, as if he was sure that Steven was the mastermind behind it all.

“He is now putting pressure on the police. Since the police sent him to the asylum, then he would cause. trouble for the police. And as he helped Zion in solving cases before and found Yasmin, he is now

considered external assistance to the police.

“As long as there are troubles here and they can’t predict who the next victim is, they’ll have to ask for his help,” Eason said with gritted teeth.

His anger was evident. I stepped back cautiously until my back hit the car door.

Eason chuckled coldly and said, “Let’s have a competition since Steven wants to compete with me. See if

I could predict who and where the next victim is before something happens to them.”

I took in a sharp breath as I looked at Eason before me. He became somewhat crazy all just to compete

with Steven.

“Was the victim… someone from the welfare home?” I asked softly.

Eason only came back to his senses and turned to look at Phil. He asked, “Has the identity of the victim

been confirmed?”

“Sparks is already heading there, but we can’t confirm it yet. We’ve sealed the crime scene off for now, but there were many stray dogs in the alley last night-“, Phil said softly. “It’s looking pretty grotesque over there. Are you going over to check it out?”

Eason massaged his temples before saying. “I’ll head over now,” I subconsciously asked, “Can you bring

me along?”

Somehow I felt that something was wrong with the recent murder. The murder in the Sunset Alley seemed to be different from the previous murder cases.

Every victim of this serial murder case had been disposed of near a water source, either at a reservoir, river, or a lake. But this time it was dumped directly in Sunset Alley. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Was someone really putting pressure on the police and adding difficulty for the case to be solved, all just because Steven was sent into the asylum?

Most of the evidence from the crime scene would be destroyed if the corpses were to be dumped into water. But to dump it in the alley–Was it about the stray dogs?

I took in a sharp breath and clenched my fists nervously. Don’t tell me that those stray dogs were feeding on the corpses?

/ Eason eyed me and replied, “No.” I no longer insisted on it and followed the female officer into the

interrogation room.

I was acting in justifiable self–defense, and there was video evidence and witnesses at the scene. I heard that the Lincoln family members refused to settle in private and insisted on sentencing me so that I can pay with my own blood.

Fortunately, Ewan had also brought a lawyer. As the man had only sustained minor injuries and with the fact that I was only protecting myself and my baby as a mother, my intention was to stop the crime from happening. There was no dispute on that point.

I was brought back after Ewan paid for my bail. While I was leaving, the female officer asked me in surprise, “You’re quite amazing, have you learnt dissecting? Every cut was non–lethal and shallow, and they didn’t even reach the fascial layer. You stopped just short of it!”