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.

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

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 Tangle Lane

really on

me.” I was freaking

Nobody was

Dexter.

ever give it 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 back?

with fear, I

then hands came out of nowhere, covering

it was all in vain. Then I quickly lost consciousness.

day of the

a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits

I saw a tall fours

and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face,

is an appropriate word for a

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

didn’t dare make a

he picked up an

and cautiously climbed out of

I didn’t get far before someone knocked me out from behind and hit me

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