Author: S.T. Abby
Category: Young Adult
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JAKE: No one is on their way there. The feds are all in the square, and they’re talking about going door to door to unearth new evidence about the original killer. Johnson, Cannon, and the deputies are all at town hall talking about who you might be and how to draw you out. Coast is clear.
ME: Original killer? Why?
JAKE: They want to figure out who it really was. For now, their focus has shifted. Looks like Logan kept your secret…as long as Hadley didn’t lie to me and they aren’t setting up a ruse.
ME: What are they asking?
JAKE: They found out the first killing was on the anniversary of your parents’ first date. And they also learned the women had all the same features as your mother.
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I clutch the phone tighter in my hand, and I blow out a weary breath, deciding not to question it. I don’t need distractions right now.
I pull up the mask of a cold-hearted killer, settling into my role with familiar ease. It’s easier to be this version of me. The version who doesn’t care or flinch.
Dev’s eyes stay closed, and I hop down to take my seat on the edge of the stage, sitting right beside the pulpit—still no flames—and approximately seven feet in front of Dev.
He continues praying for a minute longer, and when his eyes open, he stumbles back to his ass, shocked to see someone in front of him.
“Hello, Dev. Long time no see.”
The color drains from his face. “Victoria,” he whispers, surprising me.
I hide my surprise. “You’re the first one to recognize me.”
He swallows audibly while nodding slowly. “I knew it was you when I heard about the killings,” he goes on, slowly shifting back onto his knees, but not attempting to stand. “Marcus swore you’d rise from the dead as an angel that night. He always knew this day would come. And your eyes… Your eyes give you away.”
I roll said eyes, and I lean forward, studying him with a careless coldness.
“I spared you, and you come to this town right as Kyle is flayed and hung from the tower of this very church. Why are you here?”
His lip trembles, and his hands begin to shake in fear. I like that fear.
“I came to do the right thing. To tell them—”
“To tell them a dead girl rose from the grave to exact revenge?” I drawl, a dark, taunting s
mile curving my lips.
“No!” he says, panicking a little. “No,” he says again, quieter this time as he looks around.
I glance at my phone, using the app to show me the cameras, flicking from screen to screen as Dev recovers. I give him my attention again when I see no one is near me.
“I came to tell the feds what happened,” he goes on. “I heard there was a divide, and that Johnson was getting worked against from the rest of the feds.”
My lips twitch. “Ah, I see. Well, they know what happened.”
“Diana told me she called them.”
My small smile falls. Diana? She’s stayed in contact with him?
Ignoring the bitter sting of betrayal, I continue to focus on Dev.
“So you’ve come to tell them the story they’ve already heard?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No. I’ve come to tell them the rest. The parts they don’t know. The part about Kyle’s mother.”
My breath hitches.
“I also plan to tell them who the real killer was, Victoria. I want them to clear your father’s name, and give your family the rest it deserves. Then your soul can be at peace.”