“Do you think they are watching me?” I asked, furrowing my brows together.
“They could be,” Mulligan chimed in.
For a moment, I had forgotten he was there despite his recent interrogation.
“They seem to capture those who are around you quickly. When did you last see that Morgan girl before she died?” Mulligan asked.
“Maybe like an hour after she left, we got the phone call,” I explained. “I stayed behind because Professor Joseph wanted to speak with me about something and then my best friend called me to tell me what happened.”
“I see,” Chief Mulligan said as he thought more about that. “So, your scent was still fresh on her. Probably strongly considering she had your sweatshirt. Way stronger than the others, hence her being the main target.”
“If I gave my cardigan to anyone else, it
