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“There is no connection whatsoever between Mr. Lins and Feroz. Nothing at all that can link them together p>
“Not at all,” Cupid murmured, his voice carrying a weary edge that made my chest tighten.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw, eyes fixed on the dark road ahead as snowflakes danced in the headlights.
I flipped the file open again, frowning deeper at the sparse details.
“Maybe they don’t have anything to do with one another directly p>
“So why kill him?” Desmond’s voice drifted from the backseat, quiet, thoughtful, and aimed straight at me.
A soft thrill rippled through me; it was the first time he’d spoken to me directly since I’d been with Cupid, without the usual guarded distance.
I shook my head, eyes dropping back to the stark crime–scene photos.
Mr. Lins sprawled on the study floor, blood pooled thick and dark, multiple stab wounds. clustered with furious precision. I swallowed hard as something clicked. Sharp, undeniable.
“What became of Mr. Lins‘ house after his death?” I asked.
Cupid and Desmond exchanged a quick glance in the rearview mirror before Cupid answered.
“Reports say the domestic staff still live there. And the housekeeper walked into H.O.W.L.. herself to confess which makes zero sense to me
“None to me either,” I murmured, decision crystallizing. “Cupid, drive. We’re going to Mr. Lins‘ house p>
He shot me a look like I’d suggested storming a fortress barefoot, but the corner of his mouth twitched because, deep down, he was just as reckless as I could be.
Without another word, he signaled and turned the car, tires humming against the snowy asphalt as we veered toward the outskirts.
The drive took hours, but I didn’t mind. Riding with Cupid always felt like stolen time, safe, charged, ours.
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At some point his hand drifted to my thigh, palm warm and possessive through the fabric of my jeans.
Heat bloomed low in my belly; I swallowed hard and turned to stare out the window, forcing my mind back to the case while my skin tingled beneath his touch.
At last we pulled up a block away from the address. The house loomed ahead. Once grand. now worn by time and neglect, its warm brick faded under the evening gloom.
A cluster of reporters lingered at the front gate like vultures, cameras ready.
“They’ll swarm you the second you step out,” Cupid said, eyeing them through the windshield with clear distaste.
I sighed.
“So how do we get in p>
I was still wondering when he reached across and unbuckled my seatbelt with a soft click.
“Back way. Come on p>
“But we can’t just p>
We did. Like shadows, like criminals ourselves, we slipped from the car and skirted the property line under the cover of dusk.
Cupid and Desmond moved with practiced ease, fluid, silent, as if they’d done this a hundred
times.
My pulse hammered with adrenaline as we crept along the side fence, snow muffling our
steps.
We rounded to the backyard overgrown garden, dim porch light flickering.
Desmond approached the rear door first and knocked firmly while Cupid positioned himself just behind, body coiled and ready for any threat. I hung back in the open space, drawing cold air into my lungs, trying to center myself.
But peace didn’t come. Instead, a deep unease slithered through me, something ancient and whispering, crawling along my veins. Divine. Calling.
“Snow?” Cupid’s voice reached me, low and urgent.
I turned to see the door cracked open, an older woman framed in the warm light, watching us cautiously. Desmond had already started speaking to her. Cupid beckoned me closer.
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I approached and offered the woman a polite bow.
“I’m Snowflakes Frost, and p>
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“I know who you are,” she said quietly, eyes tired but kind. I swallowed, unsure how to proceed, when that same unnerving energy surged again, stronger now, tugging at me like an invisible thread.
Without thinking, I sidestepped her and slipped inside.
“Snow?” Cupid’s voice followed, sharper now, but it sounded distant, muffled by the sudden roar in my cars.
I moved through the dimly lit living room on instinct. A few children and an elderly man sat on worn furniture, faces etched with quiet grief.
I barely registered them, eyes scanning faded wallpaper, scuffed floors, everything matching the crime–scene photos almost perfectly.
A man died here.
My gaze dropped to the floorboards, and something pulled harder. I drifted down a narrow hallway, whispers brushing my mind like phantom fingers.
“Snow?” Cupid called again, closer this time. “You can’t just p>
His warning faded as I pushed open a heavy oak door. Cold air rushed in, raising goosebumps across my skin.
The study.
I stepped inside and stopped dead center, the exact spot where Mr. Lins had fallen. In my mind’s eye I saw it.
Blood sprayed across bookshelves, soaking into the rug, his body crumpled in agony. Stabbed over and over with intimate, frenzied rage.
Still no connection to Feroz?
A chill wind gusted through the cracked window snapping faded curtains. I drifted toward it, drawn inexorably, and peered out into the deepening twilight.
Directly across the narrow back lane lay a dark, secluded alley, shadowed, walled on both sides, perfect for hidden crimes. For attacks no one would witness.
Goosebumps exploded across my arms as the truth slammed into me.
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A sudden grip on my arm yanked me back to reality, I gasped, whirling to find Cupid staring at me, face pale with alarm.
“My goddess, Snow you’re sweating” he whispered, thumb brushing my damp temple with membling concern “You went completely pale. What happened p>
1 exhaled shakily, leaning into his touch for a heartbeat to ground myself.
“Cupid. I think Mr. Lins witnessed something he shouldn’t have Look”
1 guided him to the window. He stood beside me jaw tightening as he took in the view. The hidden alley stretching away like a dark vein.
His sharp inhale confirmed i
“A perfect spot for something violent. Something meant to stay secret”
“Exactly” I breathed. “If I were the killer, and someone saw … I’d silence them too. Forever. Mr. Lins wasn’t the target. He was the threat. He saw something. Someone p>
Cupid’s arm slid around my waist, protective and steady, as the weight of it settled between
We weren’t chasing a random murder anymore
We were hunting a cover–up.
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