| emma’s pov |
Crossing off the last of the names, I let out a frustrated sigh. None of them seemed to be the one I was looking for. The thought that maybe it was Ethan still lingered at the back of my mind, but I highly doubt it.
But if there was one thing common from all of these people, they were all killed by bruises or by hanging. It was similar to how Tabitha died and how she killed.
“Then who exactly did it?” I wondered aloud, tapping my finger on the table.
My phone rang, all of a sudden, and I was confused as to why Liz was calling me.
“I found Luke’s drawing from when he was younger. I… I don’t know what it means, but I’ll send it you a picture, alright?” Liz’s voice was quite hoarse; she must’ve not slept.
“Okay. Thank you, Liz. We’ll find him soon, don’t worry,” I cons
