She was dumbfounded when she saw the person right there, in Elena's room, with a knife, the same knife they saw beside her, stabbing her with one hand and strangling her with the other.
"Who is this? Has he been identified?" He had brown hair, and he was tall and lanky. No one she knew suited this kind of quality, especially concerning the lankiness.
"He is not yet identified. I think the cops are still investigating."
"Let them do this quickly. Time is running, I need to identify the killer." Instead of saying those words aggressively, she said it slowly, softly. All she wanted was to take a long break from these dramas.
Caleb could see and feel how she felt, so he got closer and took her in his strong arms. For a minute or two, she felt so much better, and she could not imagine how hugging a man would make her feel a lot better.
