Suspense

The room was cold. The stinging smell of bleach clung to the absence of blood on the floor, the scene scrubbed clean. But the chill came from something else. Something wrong. Detective Eva Jaw pulled on her gloves, crouched next…

Kevalina had laughed when she signed the terms and conditions. “You may be asked to make a choice.” What kind of weird clause was that for a clothing store receipt? Still, the dress was too perfect to pass up. An…