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Eve turned to look at where Jeffry Sullivan stood next to his wife. The man had spoken as if his hands were clean, only for her to realise that he could or was the person who had killed his own son.
"Now that we know he's the culprit, what next?" Eve asked Vincent with her blue eyes starting to pick golden flecks.
"If he's Erasmus, we will know tomorrow," Vincent replied, and this had Eve's eyebrows furrowed.
"Tomorrow?"
"Mm. There's only three more days before the golden moon appears," Vincent said and Eve frowned further.
"I thought we had nearly a week," Eve murmured, has she counted the calendar dates wrong? She asked him, "How do you plan to lure him tomorrow?"
