"It's getting late, and I still need to wake up early too. Can I hang up now?" I asked after a few moments of silence, feeling unsure of what to say.
"W-Wait. I still have something to tell you," she said suddenly.
"It's about my brother's case. Whitney's uncle told me about something," she added, her voice tense.
I froze. My mind raced—Angela was probably trying to find out the truth, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she will definitely kill the culprit the moment she found out who it was.
There was a pause on the line. "You're investigating Rafael's death?" I asked carefully.
Matthew Owen.
Just by mentioning that name made me nervous. But I was certain of one thing: his Gift should have restrictions.
"No... Nevermind. I don't want to talk about these things with you," she said, her voice firm but tinged with sadness.
"What? Why? Can't you just tell me?" I pressed, frustration and concern mixing in my tone.
