Chapter 4

The girl's body still hadn't been found.

That meant it was hidden somewhere, and the killer was daring me to look for it.

This wasn't a threat, it was a taunt.

And it was a trap he'd laid for himself.

He was so confident, convinced that nobody could piece together the truth from the clues he left behind.

But what he didn't know was, seeing right through that kind of confidence, that's my job.

That night, I got back to the dorm and saw Sorcha painting.

She was sitting by the window, her easel pointed outside, and her canvas was…