Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 118

I followed that guy for what felt like ages. He was super paranoid as he checked over his shoulder multiple times. But luckily, I managed to stay hidden.

Finally, he stopped in front of an apartment. Holding a photo, he started looking around.

I could tell he had a new target, a fresh victim. No doubt, his target was inside that apartment.

Just as expected, a fancy car pulled up. A woman in a red dress with an umbrella stepped out, heading into the apartment.

The hallway was oddly quiet, with only the woman's high heels making a clickety-clack sound.

Anxiously, I held onto my phone and captured the entire scene.

The woman entered her place, leaving the door slightly ajar. Seizing the opportunity, the killer in the raincoat sneaked in after her, using his hand to block the door.

In a panic, I sent it to Zion. Would this count as evidence?

woman,

I

Fearing that the police might not arrive in time and the assailant could enter and harm the hurriedly approached. I started banging on the door. "I'm from the building's management. You need to pay your fees for this month."

Inside, it was dead silent.

Could the murderer really be about to commit murder?

"Open the door, I'm from the building's management.

As I shouted for the third time, Zion and his team stormed in, smashing down the door. They quickly took down the person in the raincoat.

The woman screamed "uhod

you people! Are you crazy?"

Zion furrowed his brows, and the other officers looked confused.

I stood right at the door, watching as the raincoat slipped off...

No way! It was not the murderer.

I got played. The murderer intentionally sent someone out of my house. It was all planned.

Did he somehow know I was going to call the police on him?

"Why the hell are you attacking my husband?" the woman in red snapped.

The man glared at Zion. "Are you out of your mind, breaking into someone's house like this!" "Stephany, what the hell are you doing?" Zion was getting frustrated. "Don't you know we're busy?" I stood there, feeling numb. I did not know how to explain. "It's not... It's not....

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1 pointed at the man in the raincoat. "He came out of my house. Why did you come out of Stephanie's house?"

The man furrowed his brows. "Your house? I don't know what you're talking about."

Zion was getting impatient. "Stephany, making false reports is also against the law!"

I stood frozen, my fists clenched. Zion didn't believe me. He clearly had a strong bias against me.

"Zion..." I wanted to say something, but what could I really say?

"Officer Landon! Something's wrong! We found a body at the South Bay docks... It's a guy! It looks like he was recently killed. He just lost his vital signs," an officer rushed in, updating Zion. I looked up, meeting Zion's furious gaze.

"If I find out you're intentionally messing with

pointed at me before quickly leaving.

Tanxiously followed.

A man's body?

Was the killer targeting men now?

us, I'll definitely arrest you," Zion warned as he

"Zion... That person is the killer. Why won't you believe me?" I shouted, feeling frustrated.

Downstairs, Steven stood in the rain, quietly watching me. Once I came down, he came over with an

umbrella