WARNING: Contains sh*ts, I don't need to explain
__Spencer's POV__
TULALA akong nakatingin sa mga kamay ko. The blood on my hand, where it came from seems to be a distant memory. Only that I am fully aware of that memory with the way my head shakes. I was seated on one of the seats available at the waiting area. Even though I wanted to be able to see Victorique in her first wake, I just can't give myself that confidence to face her.
I wondered why. I mean she would not know what I did. There is no way of her knowing everything that I've done.
"Say," I almost flinched when I heard a familiar voice. It's a good thing that I managed to remain unhinged or else my actions would attract suspicion, and that is the last thing I wanted to happen. "Why is a detective who finally caught a crimina
