Revenge After Death

Chapter 23

“Is it possible that we’re heading in the wrong direction? Maybe the murderer isn’t a male, but a female? Or maybe it’s Stephanie Carlson?” Lily told Zion her suspicion.

Zion remained silent.

I tried to explain to him, but it was no use. They couldn’t hear me crying or shouting.

I wondered why the murderer was putting my belongings on the victims after he had killed me.

First, it was my bracelet; Now, it was my earring.

What the hell was that lunatic trying to do?

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I followed Zion to the Godrey River. It was a remote area that was some distance away from the abandoned orphanage.

Obviously, the murderer had dumped the body into the river. Then, the body floated downstream and was found in such a desolate place.

I stood by the river and saw that body covered in white cloth. I couldn’t help but cover my eyes in fear.

Yes, even when I was dead, I was still as timid as ever.

“That’s Stephanie’s earring alright. The last body had Stephanie’s bracelet, and this one had her earring. What is the murderer trying to say?” Phil was puzzled.

“Lily might be right. Maybe the murderer is Stephanie Carlson! Even if it isn’t her, she’s definitely part of it.

“She’s now missing, and her friends insist that she’s still alive. So maybe she pretended she was missing, but the fact is, she’s the killer or accomplice!” Phil said angrily.

“I heard that Stephanie Carlson was in love with Michael Ford. They said she would do anything to get married to him.

on the victims so she could provoke Michael and Yasmin?” Lily said as

head desperately.

for a while, and then he said, “Get an arrest warrant for Stephanie

the wanted list.”

last hope I had been holding onto shattered in a blink of

were standing before me. Then,

I they not believe in me, but they even standered me and

wondered if they would feel guilty for their suspletoms when they found

was not important to me

world

that

the

of them believed in Yasmin

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to Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and Dad before

not be considered wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy middle–class family.

18, I used to imagine I was the happiest little princess

had

never go back to how things were.

on the street in despair, countless cars ran through my soul. But I couldn’t care less.

I died. I was even more desperate than I was alive because I couldn’t even end my

you? Please… come back to

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old home. A thin figure

trembled when I

was Rachel, My childhood friend

over, even though the phone was no

me. Don’t scare me,” she

yet she couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t scare me. Come