I sat in the bathtub, clutching my phone with trembling hands.
Howard and Peter's schemes had kept me housebound for a long time. Yet, I feared that Dexter might fall prey to Juliet's deception, leaving me alone and unresolved about my murderer.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Dexter.
I breathed a sigh of relief and answered the call in panic, but it wasn't Dexter's voice on the other end.
"Sophia Milford… " a strange, distorted voice came through, courtesy of a voice changer.
My nerves instantly tightened upon hearing the mention of "Sophia Milford".
"I heard you haven't given up on finding out the serial killer," the voice said with sinister amusement.
I gripped my phone nervously, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Who are you? Where's Dexter? Why do you have his phone?"
"I'm the serial killer, I'm God… " the voice lowered, then suddenly laughed. "You can call me 'the Juricator'."
