Chapter 81
"He’s not dead yet..." Dexter shoved away the people around him and went to feel the man’s pulse. "He’s not going to live..."
Zion called an ambulance.
Damien quickly took several steps back, clearly never having seen such a bloody sight before. Meanwhile, everyone else had run outside the house to heave their stomach contents out. They had pretty much ruined the crime scene.
"The murderer was able to calculate how long it’d take for this victim to die... "Dexter said in a panicked tone as he knelt on the floor. "He knew what time we’d arrive and what time we’d find this victim. He wanted us to watch him die..."
Just like how the murderer had done to Sophia.
I walked forward, feeling numb as I looked at the body. "It’s the orphanage director’s husband."
I had seen this man before in Dexter’s photos.
"If the murderer was able to shove such a heavyset man into the shoe cupboard, then he must definitely be a strong adult," Zion said sullenly.
That was the only way the murderer could’ve moved a body around and shoved a man on the verge of death into this small cupboard.
"Maybe... the victim climbed in there himself." Dexter pointed at the footsteps which Damien and the other movers had disturbed on the ground. "There was only one set of footprints."
"There’s something else that’s scary too. The murderer didn’t leave behind fingerprints, hair, or any clues. Even camera footage is useless because we can’t identify the murderer from his face."