"I just heard them say there's a male victim now," I told Dexter.
This meant the serial killer was still out there. And he wasn't just stopping at women. He had plans to continue with male victims.
It seemed linked to that orphanage. This was a direct challenge to the police, who were struggling to catch him.
"Who is he, and why haven't the police found any clues so far?" My voice quivered.
Certainly, that person had to be suspecting me.
Dexter held an umbrella for me, his body tense.
I nervously looked at Dexter as raindrops dripped down my hair. "You know, right? You know who he is, don't you?"
"We can't let him keep killing people." I clutched Dexter's clothes tightly.
He knew who the murderer was, so why wouldn't he say anything?
"They… deserve to die," Dexter's voice was hoarse, his body slightly trembling.
I looked up at Dexter.
They deserved to die? Was he referring to the victims?
