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I suddenly received a text message during our date: "The mistress will die tonight."
I didn't think much of it, since I wasn't a mistress anyway.
But later that night, while getting intimate with my boyfriend, there was a sudden knock at the door.
"Honey, I'm home."

I Will Die Tonight

I closed the door of the interrogation room and stood in the hallway, feeling utterly exhausted.


A young officer approached me anxiously, saying, "Delia, what should we do? Should we apply for a search warrant from headquarters?"


I shook my head. "Dashiell isn't in Monica's house."


If she were, Monica wouldn't have reacted the way she just did.


The young officer mumbled, "But Dashiell shouldn't have any other social connections in this city."


"We've been monitoring for so long. She can't appear in public, so someone must be harboring her."


I couldn't think of anyone who would help a fugitive wanted by the police.


Suddenly, a timid intern called out to me from nearby:


This intern had just started recently and usually handled minor tasks.


I wearily replied, "Is it about signing off on expense reports? I'll deal with it tonight."


Chapter 12