Chapter 92

Kimberly:

The cab pulled up in front of my uncle’s house, and a feeling of dread washed over me. Something wasn’t right—I could sense it deep in my bones. I had to get to the bottom of this.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” John, my private investigator, asked with clear concern etched across his face. Just three nights ago, he had saved my life when Mary tried to murder me in cold blood. I was still reeling from the shock and trauma of that horrific night.

“Yes, I need to speak to my uncle and cousin. I need to know if they’re okay.” My voice wavered with a tremor of fear I couldn’t quite conceal. John gave me an Indecipherable look but nodded in acquiescence.

With shaky steps, I exited the cab and entered the compound, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I knocked firmly on the front door, but there was no answer. Using my keys, I let myself in, calling out for my cousin Rebecca. A memory of that fateful night flashed through my mind—the deafening gunshot that had