They didn’t know I wore that wedding dress not to marry Atlas, but to draw out the serial killer who had murdered my best friend and to finally escape the world that had trapped me for twenty-five years.
Only my younger brother, the lawyer, sent me several voice messages.
“Sister, do you know something?”
“Was that body Tessa Briggs’s? Was that note she left for you?”
I didn’t answer anyone. I just held my best friend’s photo and walked toward the hotel, watched by several undercover officers.
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I sat quietly in the wedding car while the officers, disguised as the “best man” and “bridesmaid,” looked uneasy.
“Are you really sure about this? To catch the ‘Bride Butcher,’ you might not come back alive.”
“This case could decide whether Captain Carpenter loses his position, but you don’t have to risk your life…”
I spoke calmly. “I’m doing this; it has nothing to do with Scott.”
They exchanged looks, thinking I was still angry with him.
Someone whispered, “Let me call the Captain. At a time like this, he should be here to protect you.”