"Lily, what's wrong?"
"Ken, just now... someone knocked on the door, and when I asked who it was, they didn't say anything. I'm so scared. What should I do?"
Her delicate tone even made me feel sorry for her.
"Okay, I'll be right there. Wait for me!"
Ken grabbed his coat, ready to rush out the door, but Wade held him back.
"Ken, is it Lily again? You should keep some distance from her. I always feel something's off about that woman!"
Ken brushed off his hand impatiently.
"What's off about her? I think you're too used to being a cop, seeing everyone as suspicious."
I watched his anxious expression, my heart clenching painfully.
Only he, blind to the truth, thought Lily was so fragile that she needed his protection, never considering the countless mysteries that surrounded Lily.
I stood in front of Lily's house, hesitating to enter.
This two-story building in the suburbs was the beginning of my nightmare.
But I was also eager to know if Ken, with his keen intuition, would find clues when he stepped into this house that had just been the scene of a dismemberment.
Suppressing my fear, I followed Ken inside.
As soon as we entered, a strong smell of blood hit us, and Ken frowned.