CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17

Valerie sat on the plush sofa in the estate lobby with a blanket wrapped around her. Her hair was disheveled, and her body was stained with blood, she held on tight to the blanket, sniffling and hyperventilating. She watched as the police were swarming the house, the sheriff stood by the stairs with a notepad and a pen in his hands while he was talking to Alan.

Valerie bit her lower lip whilst she rocked herself on the sofa.

It has been almost two hours since Valerie was found passed out in the room where they kept Logan, and Monica hasn't been seen since then.

Now Monica was the prime suspect, but Valerie did not believe that Monica would be the mastermind behind all those crimes.

She was too foolish to be a criminal.

Maybe that was what she wanted them to think. Perhaps Monica's act of appearing senseless was just a facade to divert suspicion away from herself.

Valerie approached the sheriff and Alan, observing their serious expressions and hushed conversation. She c