Do you think he's the murderer?

Jeremy was sitting on the bed when I stepped in. Compared to the last time we saw, he looked like one who had survived a zombie apocalypse. Unlike my mates, who had bruises on their bodies, his wounds looked more like claws. And the red mark around his neck stood out the more.

“Were you trying to hang yourself?” I demanded, walking over to the bed. It was obvious what caused the red line. I'd seen 2 of the deceased victims. It was the same shape and colour.

He shook his head, grimacing from the pain. “I encountered the killer this morning,” he replied, his voice so low I had to strain my ears to hear him.

“You met Mr Lover?” I asked, closing the distance between us.

“Mr Lover? Is that the name he told you? In high school, they knew him as the Scorpion.”

I gasped. “Have you found out who he is? Has he gotten arrested? Do you —”

“That's where the problem is,” he responded, looking at me with partially closed eyes. “Though he took a copy of the photos I got with me, I was able to hide