Myra ran upstairs beside the college students.
She peeked over the balustrade to see Valentina’s mangled body on the ground floor, blood rapidly pooling around her, before security appeared and threw a trampoline over her.
Myra stepped back, horrified.
She had seen a lot of dead bodies since she became a cop, but this one shook her.
She had been talking to that girl just one hour ago.
She had noticed she was depressed. Why had she not done anything to help her, or stayed with her?
She looked around at the others, some stunned, the others talking excitedly, and began to back away from them.
That was her only class for the day, anyway.
She was near her rented luxury car when her phone buzzed.
She checked to see her father was summoning an emergency meeting.
She gripped her phon
