Olivia stiffened. The woman had received the same symbol, a withered black rose. Just like the one she’d gotten days ago.
Was it a coincidence? Or was she now the next pawn in someone’s twisted game?
She swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. Someone had forced this woman to call the police right after the shot was fired. Someone had planned everything to make her brother look guilty. And now… that same someone had sent her a warning.
“Do you know why they blackmailed you?” Olivia asked, her voice low but firm.
Mrs. Kimberly shook her head, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t. I swear I don’t. I just… I got the messages. They knew things about me, things no one should know. I didn’t have a choice.” Her voice cracked as she looked away, shame flickering across her face. “I was sca
