Chapter 5

Samuel stared up at the bloodstained clothing draped across the rafters, his face drained of color.

He picked up the blood-soaked shoe from the floor. His hands wouldn't stop shaking.

The germaphobia was nowhere to be seen now. He wiped the shoe clean with trembling hands and murmured to himself.

"How did this happen? She hired these people! Why would they hurt her?"

He didn't dare imagine what might have happened if they'd really...

But this prosthetic was unmistakably Olivia's. He could never mistake the serial number.

If this was real, how much pain must she have been in?

"Get…