Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

LENA.

The silence that followed after my question was brief. Then a frown was etched on his forehead.

"I don't think I know what you're talking about," He kept his cool. Not a blink or a twitch or any suspicious movement. Just confusion. "What's going on?"

I was no detective and trying to read him was quite hard to do but I needed information, needed to know if he somehow had a thing to do with all these deaths.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm, so a few days ago, I lost my mother. It's not something I want to talk about I'm— but you don't seem to know. My mother was found dead and then Henshaw died on the same night. Mereba, the next day,"

He folded one arm over the other as a look of sympathy flooded his face. "I am really sorry. Losing a parents and friends in a space of two days can be really devastating,"

I stared into his eyes, tried to catch a hint of anything at all but there didn't seem to be. Just plain sympathy. Maybe he wasn't the one?

I tried a