““You know who murdered Sybil?” “Yes,” he cried, and then, as though startled by his own voice, he held a finger to his lips to hush himself, hunching his shoulders and pulling his head down into his robe like a turtle into his shell. “I told the police I knew who did it,” he said in a whisper. “I told them I’d lead them straight to the murderer, but they just laughed at me. I even showed them proof.” My blood was really pumping now. “You have proof?” Eli glanced over his shoulder, then reached ...into a pocket and withdrew his hand. Slowly, he uncurled his fist. “The murderer left these behind.” I stared down at the two bloodred rose petals on his open palm, and instantly the words of Angelique’s rhyme sprang into my head: “Find the petals and a killer, too.” My gaze went back to Eli’s face. He was only a few feet away, watching me intently, his pupils fully dilated, giving him an eerie, almost crazed expression. Was Eli trying to trick me? Was he the murderer?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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