Jace’s POV
Her words hung in the air like a noose tightening around my throat.
“You know who,” Agnes whispered again, her face visibly shaken, her eyes too wide, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the chair. Her freckles stood stark against her olive skin, and for a second, she looked like she might throw up.
I frowned, heat crawling up the back of my neck. “Who?” My voice came out harsher than intended, edged with a panic I refused to show.
Her lips trembled. “The serial killer.”
The words detonated inside the room. Officers paused mid-step, mid-paperwork. Phones that were ringing went unanswered. Even the hum of the overhead lights seemed louder, invasive, mocking.
Agnes leaned forward, her whole body quivering. “Jace, I heard it. From Isabella’s landlady. She said th
