133 My Own Justice

Scarlett’s POV

3 don’t know if it belongs to your mom yet, but that necklace definitely has a story behind it,” Lucas smirks with confidence. “The chain has some rust on it. By the smell left in the case? I’d say…

I hold my breath, and he purses his lips, looking at me with a teasing smirk. I feel an anxiety rush when I realize he is taunting me, “What–71*

“Blood,” He blurts calmly, cutting my outburst out, and giving me another anxiety rush yet again.

“What?!” I shrill

me, pointing at the door and leading me away from it and closer to the

blood on there? Do drug users spill blood when they are dying?” I can’t sort out a million questions in my mind, “And also, why would a junkie have such a nice necklace? And why

posture with his hand, finally shutting me up. He looks very bothered, rolling his eyes and rubbing his hair, like a disappointed teacher. Finally, he takes a deep

Duh?!

the army, okay?! Just tell me!” I grab my hair in frustration. I’m not a detective to begin with! Besides, my brain is completely shut down at the shocking fact that I JUST saw the belongings of my Mom passing

Fuller is lying through and through? Your Mom wasn’t a junkie, she might have died but certainly not of overdose, and from the quality of that necklace? She was not poor. Anything

jaw, but the facts begin to

sense that he guards his study tighter than a prison – he doesn’t want me to look for my family because if Mom was not a poor, overdosed junkie, but someone rich- then they would want me back and he would lose his blood vessel

why take the necklace home? If not, then why was he so conveniently there to take me at the one moment when my Mom couldn’t

they…not want

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