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.

three days before my death. I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of their target.

before it all went down, Melody caught up with me, “Phoebe, my bad. I got it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane

fell for it and went to

someone was really on my tail.

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

I got was their goofing around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off, so I kept dialing

Dexter.

yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off

I

of nowhere, covering

slipped from my grasp. I struggled but it was

day of the

crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that let

in. I saw a

strands

appropriate

and ghostly skin,

dare

to be searching for something. Then he picked

cautiously climbed out of

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