Sam told us that the heart had appeared in a jar filled with red rose petals at the bar that was only open on weekends, right between two brand new bottles of tequila that weren't there. Inside the jar was also a note with what appeared to be a riddle.
Hurts when it breaks and if it stops you are dead.
“Our killer likes the drama.” I glanced at Echo who was standing tall, unapproachable and too serious all of a sudden. “I honestly thought he or she had eaten the heart.”
“Are you making jokes right now?” Sam shook her head, clearly not amused by my lack of involvement emotionally. I had too much in my head right now to worry about the whole circus this killer was building in our town.
“I’m not. It’s disturbing but this person is not taking anyone seriously if they went to great length
