ELENA
"Then why you don't have any mud stains on your shirt when the ground must be wet after yesterday's drizzle?"
Devon's question made my eyes widen as I stared at Steve for an explanation. He didn't look down, nor did he try to avert his gaze. Instead, he held Devon's gaze with an inscrutable expression that made me gulp in fear.
Steve released a loud blow of air from his mouth, running his hand through his hair, and before I could get a hold of the situation, he pointed a gun in our way.
I couldn't believe it! No! That can't be true! NO!!
"S-Steve? Y-you..."
"Yes, it's me! Hannah's partner and your end!"
The ground split under me, threatening to swallow me whole as I gawked at the man standing in front of me. How could it be possible?
Steve Cross! Someone whom I considered not only as my colleague but also as my friend and a part of my family was the one who was after our lives all this time.
