By the time Frank reached the hotel, Jade was leaning against the hallway wall outside and squealing like a gutted pig. "Luna... My poor Luna... why did this happen to you...?"

The commotion was drawing curious onlookers out of their rooms, so when Frank raced to the scene, he immediately told Peter and the others to lock down the scene while he entered the hotel room. "You! It was you!"

That was when Jade, seeing Frank, leapt toward him maniacally, biting and scratching as she bawled, "It's all your fault! My daughter died because of you, demon!"

Frank had to calm himself as Jade blamed him for some reason, leaving her with the security guards while he strode into the hotel room.

It was horrific, as Frank immediately saw Luna's dismembered corpse on top of the hotel bed's white sheets, the pungent scent of her blood filling the room.

It was not just her head that had been separated-her entire body had been sliced apart, and there was a sentence written on the clean wall behind her in blood: This is my gift to you, Frank Lawrence.

Frank stood near the wall text, stony faced as he finally realized why Jade blamed him as soon as she saw him-he was implicated in Luna's death!

smelled fishy, and Frank started to recall the list of enemies

at him. In fact, the one occasion where they behaved deviously was when they were working with someone else-Rory York. In

eyes narrowed as an answer soon presented

Hardy's son Jackie, he had seen the overflowing hatred

in Luna's death, killing her and shifting

the pieces that

medicine was miraculous, but no one could piece that back

find justice so you can rest in peace." And with that, Frank glowered as he strode out of the

"Frank Lawrence!!!"

hysterical, only struggling even more violently when

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