DEVON
Finding Frida Holmes' address was not a difficult task as she was all over the news when her husband was killed. Instead of taking my Rolls Royce, with Elena's suggestion, I bought a white car to easily blend in the crowd of the city.
It was a simple precaution against the serial killer who had our every detail. But only Elena and I were aware of this car as she didn't trust anyone.
She kept glancing into the rear-view mirror while scratching her thumb anxiously. I couldn't blame her because I felt the same.
I drove in silence. A few minutes later, I pulled into a humble neighbourhood where the white-collar workers lived. It was a clean and cosy place that came as fresh air for someone like me who was used to only lavish villas and luxury homes.
The place reminded me of Swindon, and I could bet Elena liked it.
I killed the engine, parking the car on the roadside. Elena stopped me from getting out of the car as she checked our surroundings from all directions.
