Chapter 150: _A Threat From The Killer
The stomach of the clothed maid was carved into, making out the spelling of a bone-chilling word.
"Chaos," I muttered, dimming my eyes at how gory the writing was.
Meanwhile, the Lycan grunted with disgust. "What kind of twisted sicko are we dealing with?"
A smart one, definitely. His tracks were always clean and ever since the killings, we hadn’t even gotten any clue of his identity.
We only confirmed now that he’s male because he raped one of the victims.
"In light of this case, I asked for an autopsy to be made on Brittany’s body." Gamma Thane suddenly revealed, rubbing his jaw with a solemn expression. "She didn’t commit suicide. She was strangled to death, possibly with the same garden hose used to make it seem like suicide."
My eyes shone with surprise as I subconsciously glanced at Phoebe at the other end of the garden just then.
To my surprise, Beta Negan had arrived on the scene, speaking to her with a wry smile on his face. She spoke to him as well, folding her arms in front of her chest and keeping her gaze on the ground most times.
With my mother’s confession, I no longer harbored any grudges against Negan. It wasn’t his fault that he got drugged that night.