My heart lurched as fear suddenly took root within me.
Did Dexter take the opportunity to leave when I was sleeping?
Did that mean… he was involved in the serial killings?
I hurriedly got out of bed and got dressed. Then, I left the hotel room and went down to the reception.
"Hi there, did you happen to see when my husband left the hotel?" I asked.
The receptionist shook her head. "Apologies, there too many people earlier…"
"He's of mixed blood and pretty good-looking," I said.
The receptionist replied, "Oh, that handsome man! He must've…"
She then took out her phone as she mumbled to herself, "He was so handsome, I couldn't help but take a photo and share it online."
She then continued confidently, "He left around midnight."
The receptionist had shared the photo of Dexter at 12:03 am.
I felt anxious.
