The room went still.
Queeneth looked down at where Denise was lying, her heart beating fast. Blood was gushing slowly from the side of his head, where he had a little cut, staining the white tiles he was lying on. But it was the note kept by his side that made her scared most.
1 down.
George bent beside Denise and checked his pulse with urgency. “Oh,He’s alive,” he breathed out, his voice shaking. “But barely.”
Queeneth couldn’t stop trembling. She took two steps back, her mind spinning. Who did this? How? When?
“How did they manage to get in here?”she whispered, fear almost dried up her voice.
“How would I know?” George murmured, looking around the entire room.”This only shows that the person we are dealing with, is not just a stalker.This is someone dangerous. Someone close.”
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