Chapter Thirty Two:
In which John Simmons seemed to be hiding something.
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EDWARD BLINKED TWO times in a span of just one second.
His mind couldn’t even process the thoughts that were invading his mind as they were coming all at once—having him no time to even ponder on a single thought. The lead detective couldn’t believe his own eyes as if he felt that it was playing some kind of trick on him.
“What in the hell did I just see?” He loudly muttered to himself, trying to pull himself out of his train of thoughts—or to make him stay sane rather. He wasn’t even sure as well. “Why is he paying a visit to John Simmons?”
No one could possibly give him any answer as of this momentum and still, he let the questions hang in the air.
“Is he just paying respects to John since his daughter pass
