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.

I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of

it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane

it and went to Tangle Lane

really on

think someone’s behind me.” I was freaking out, calling out over the

I got was their goofing around. Nobody was

Dexter.

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

with fear, I stopped

of nowhere,

struggled but it was all in vain. Then

of

came to, I found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that

in. I saw a tall fours in

his face. Pale skin, long and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face, the word

is an appropriate word for a murderer,

pair of glacier blue eyes, With chiseled features and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked

didn’t dare make

for something. Then he picked up an ave from the corner

mouth in fear and cautiously climbed out of the crate, trying to escape.

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