Shyla's POV
We had finally reached the last one. The final murder. No more pictures, blood, sayings, and no more secrets. I think that I have finally found out everything there is to know about Dixey. You hurt Dixey, Bailey comes for you, and if you hurt Bailey, you won't see the light of day again.
We walked up the driveway of the last house, Rachel's house. It was pale blue with black shutters and a black door. The law looked like a wreck, almost like a pig just ran through and had a party with zombies. The smell was the worst of it.
It smelled of rotten flesh, a scent that we all knew too well now, and gallons of perfume.
"For the most popular girl in school, you would think that they would take care of their house more," Andrew said, picking up a beer can from the lawn and dropping it right after.
"You must remember though, it has been one week and three days since the last murder, and Rachel was the last one to die so..." Bailey reminded us.