CHAPTER 65 - THE BLAME

"Holysh*t." He cursed.

Blair turned to Trestan and plunged into his chest. She's used to seeing dead bodies but on Christmas day? Really?

Trestan looked around and saw a lady, in her mid-twenties, he guessed. She was sitting in the corner and silently crying while a gun was in front of her.

"I d-don't know what h-happened... It's n-not my fault. I d-didn't kill them. I s-swear!" She cried.

There are five dead bodies found at that crime scene and the smell of the blood stinks. The victims received bullet wounds in their heads and the others were at the chest near their hearts.

"Get outside and call the police immediately," Trestan commanded Blair who just nodded at him and picked up her bag before leaving the yacht.

She called the San Lorenzo police station while Trestan checked on some things inside the crime scene. "What happened here?"

"W-We have a p-party then... Then I fell a-asleep after d-drinking two to three shots of l-liquor." She explained while wiping her tears.

"When I w