When the police arrived, I was still finishing the job. The blade was buried deep in my cousin's stomach, and when I pulled it out, blood splattered all over my face. Even the officers, who had seen their fair share of murder scenes, couldn't help but gasp. Calmly, I placed the knife down, walked toward them, and extended my hands. "Take me in. I made the call." Captain Jefferson froze. He could not believe that I had killed all three tables of bodies. "You? Annabelle? Are you kidding me?" He knew me. When my parents passed away, it was he who handled the case. Back then, when my relatives stormed into the house fighting over the inheritance, and my uncle brandished a kitchen knife, he was the officer who diffused the situation. Now, seeing me drenched in blood, his expression was a mix of shock and confusion. Even after I was taken to the interrogation room and the forensic team reconstructed the crime scene, Captain Jefferson was still in disbelief. "Ann
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