In the faint light from his phone, Zoe’s lifeless face looked even more ghastly, almost as though she might open her eyes at any second and flash us a sinister smile.
The sight made all of us shiver.
“Bastard! What are you doing to Zoe?” Chaz bellowed, charging at Mike and grabbing him by the collar.
Mike, caught off guard, struggled as his phone’s light flickered, casting an eerie glow over Zoe’s partially undressed body.
She’d already been undressed!
“You fucking pervert!” Sam shouted, his voice full of fury.
Mike cut him off sharply, “Look at the wound on her chest!”
“What wound?”
Following his words, I focused on Zoe’s left chest.
Sure enough, there was a stitched wound right over her heart.
Mike’s eyes swept across the room, his voice chilling. “The victim didn’t drown. She was stabbed in the heart. Someone cleaned the blood from her clothes and stitched up the wound. Which one of you did it?”
Mike’s words hit me like a bolt of lightning.
The only one among us capable of treating such a wound was…
My heart sank as a dreadful suspicion began to form.
