Harper Reese is on the phone,speaking in a hushed tone.
“Hello?...Why no news?...Wasn’t it supposed to be foolproof?...Has that woman died?...Why the silence?...Useless!A bunch of useless people!”
Harper Reese sounds impatient and anxious.
I feel a chill run down my spine.
That woman...Is she talking about me?
Was my death not the work of Harper Reese’s father’s enemy,but her doing?
Harper Reese continues,her voice growing more irritated.
“Enough!Don’t tell me these useless things!I want results!...Money?...Don’t worry,you’ll be well-rewarded if it’s done!”
Her tone sends shivers down my spine.
If she hired someone to kill me that night but failed,why did I still die?
My mind races with questions.
Harper Reese hangs up,turns around,and gazes at herself in the mirror.
“Mason Reed’s wife must be me.”
Her voice is eerie and ruthless.
I realize my death is connected to her.
The phone rings,breaking my thoughts.
Mason Reed answers,his expression darkePeyton.
“What’s wrong?”Harper Reese asks,concern and laziness in her voice.
“Nothing,work issue.I need to go.”
Mason Reed hangs up and rushes out.
I follow him to the police station.