Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 

“She won’t die,” Steven sald confidently from behind me.. 

I glanced at him. “What makes you so sure?” 

“Innocent people.” Steven meant that Rachel was innocent. This inadvertently meant that Steven knew that the serial killer wouldn’t kill Innocent people. 

When the bedroom door was opened, there was no one to be seen inside. I checked in all the other rooms in the house and found no one else either. 

A loud bang suddenly came from the bedroom again, this time from inside the closet. 

Zion and I looked at one another before we hurried over to open it. 

Rachel was inside, her hands and feet bound together and a piece of cloth shoved in her mouth. Luckily she wasn’t in any danger, just mildly dehydrated. 

“Rachel!” Zion quickly untied her and took out the cloth. 

“That bastard’s threatening us… ” Rachel gasped before passing out in Zion’s arms. She 

seemed to be in shock. 

“I’ll get her to the hospital right now!” Zion carried Rachel in his arms and dashed out of 

the room. 

I was about to run after him when I suddenly turned around to look at the portrait in the 

living room with fright. 

I screamed in fear. 

The original portrait of me ballet dancing had been replaced.. It was a photo of my body arranged as a life–sized puppet in a glass case after I was murdered by the murderer. 

Zion stopped in his tracks, noticing the change too. 

We hadn’t noticed that the portrait was changed earlier when we entered. All our focust 

was on the bedroom. 

Steven instinctively covered my eyes and said shakily, “Go.” 

I stood there trembling uncontrollably, rooted to the ground. 

Zion gave his colleagues a call to have them come over and secure the place. 

“Blood is… dripping off of the painting,” I stammered. Even though Steven had covered my eyes, I could still smell the rich iron of blood. 

The dress of the portrait was smeared in fresh blood… 

“The blood’s still fresh, which means the murderer hasn’t gone far yet,” Steven said hoarsely before turning to examine the room. 

“The murderer was able to predict how long it’d take for us to arrive and when we’d see this portrait. Someone as intelligent as him would no doubt hide nearby to admire his handiwork…” 

As Steven spoke, he kicked the washroom door open. He was slowly spiraling out of 

control. 

Zion set Rachel down on the couch and tasked me to take care of her while he and Steven 

searched the house for the murderer. 

Steven was mumbling to himself, “The killer was able to calculate how long the victim had to live after he put her in the glass case. He’s skilled in math and medical science… 

He then turned to look at the shoe cupboard by the front door. 

Supposedly, no grown man would be able to fit in there. But Steven still went over to it. 

“What are you guys doing?” M 

voice rang out from the front door. He sounded displeased. He had several other men with him who looked to be from a moving company. 

“Go away!” Steven cried, wanting Michael and the others to leave and not ruin the crime.