Chapter 13

After Melody's death, I went about my life as usual - going to school, searching for internships, and working.

But from time to time, a voice in my heart would say:

I want to kill him.

I want to kill him.

I want to kill him.

This voice in my heart grew stronger and more frequent.

Finally, I took action.

But I never expected that someone else would choose the same time to make their move.

...

At this moment, I asked Dashiell:

"When did you realize that I was also here to kill Holt?"

Dashiell replied calmly, "From the moment you saw that text message but had no reaction, I sensed something was off about you."

"Someone like me is more sensitive to murderous intent than you can imagine."

"I truly confirmed it when I entered and saw those two wine glasses."

I fell silent.

Yes, I had lied to Delia.

It wasn't exactly a lie - I knew that an ordinary person like me would easily be caught lying to the police.

I just employed a little sleight of hand in my narrative.