We all turned towards Jade, his words hanging ominously in the air. His expression was blank, but the intensity in his gaze sent a ripple of unease through the group.
“Come closer,” he said, his voice low and deliberate.
I hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward. My curiosity overpowered the caution gnawing at the back of my mind. I crouched beside Jade, and the others followed reluctantly, forming a tense semicircle around the lifeless body.
“Look at the face,” Jade said, pointing at the corpse. The face was swollen and bruised, with deep gashes that made it almost impossible to identify. “Fred’s face is square. Sharp jawline, defined cheekbones. But this…” His fingers hovered over the rounded, bloated features of the corpse. “This face is too round.”
I leaned in closer, m
