Chapter 21 The Real Identity of the Killer
- Sitting dejectedly in the interrogation chair, I looked helplessly at Zeke, who was organising his notes.
- "It wasn't me ... " I croaked. My voice was hoarse as the last bit of hope seemed to evaporate.
- I wish the police could uncover Bella's true nature and clear my name. If they did, I would be at peace, even if I died.