Chapter 5

I felt Clayton go completely rigid as he carried me.

Cold sweat rolled down his temples. Warm blood began to trickle from the back of his head.

With a stiff neck, he slowly turned around.

There was no one behind him. Fulton was still lying on the autopsy table, though his posture was slightly different than before.

After a long pause, Clayton let out a harsh scoff.

"Eve, you're really something. Bribing an entire room of people to mess with me! Who helped you move the corpse?!"

He forcibly dragged me back to the bedroom I once knew so well.