Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

pacing Flare Alley at

Tangle Lane where the

to Tangle Lane after my

was really on my tail.

was freaking out, calling out

was listening. Something felt off,

Dexter.

up, he snapped at me. “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off your back? Let

I stopped to explain.

hands came out of nowhere, covering my mouth

from my grasp. I struggled but it was all in vain.

of the incident.

in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that let me see

I tried to get in. I saw

and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his

that “stunning” is an appropriate word for a

features and ghostly skin, he

dare

he seemed to be searching for something. Then he picked up an ave from the corner and dragged it

cautiously climbed out of the crate,

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