Chapter 45

Alice

With a screech, my car comes to a halt. I've discreetly parked on the street right outside Dior's fancy house in the upper-class neighborhood. "So, you're planning on just confronting him and asking straight-out if he is the older Dior pretending to be the younger one?"

Patricia unbuckles her seatbelt with determination written over her features. Her parent's house with crime scene tape is standing in the background. She hasn't given the building her time of day, but I know it's calling out to her.

Her eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. "Yes, I don't think Dior would lie to me if I asked him to give me the truth."

I'm still not convinced this is a good idea. "But what if Dior gets aggressive? He might not like you asking too many questions."

"He won't get aggressive with me."

"Are you sure about that? The full moon will flash on the sky later, and who knows—perhaps it is messing with his head already!? The older Dior is less