“Tiffany lost her memory. Let’s go home.” Chloe said hopelessly.
“That’s it. That’s all you can say. Whatever we went through is for nothing. We can’t even able to find the murderer.” Caleb talked in frustration.
“It’s not in our hands, Caleb. Let’s go home. Please,” finally his sister begged him. They both are going through the same problem. He understood her feelings and nodded. When they both made their way down the stairs, a lady in a formal suit with a little bit of makeup approached them.
“You are Roshord High students, right?” she asked, while searching some documents in her hands.
“Yeah. We are. Can we know who you are?” Caleb asked with hesitation.
“I’m a new detective. Mrs Benjamin. I have been appointed to find the killer.”
“Which murderer? Nowadays, there are many cases i
