Chapter 63

Diana’s POV

Harris-Moore was a town of thieves.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew that, and it was true. Almost every other day, houses, stores, and even individuals would wake up to something missing from their belongings, and almost every other night, people would be alarmed by the noises of street fights, rioting robbers and drunks, and the sound of police sirens.

This night was no different.

Blue and red lights glared from the outside of nearby houses. Neighbors in their night clothes peeked from their porches to see the usual spectacle, with usual curiosities, whose house is it? What got stolen? In the most unfortunate of situations… who died?

And it was an unfortunate situation.

Two filled body bags rested in front of the surrounding house.

Captain Hale, the precinct captain, walked up to the one investigating the bags.

“What do we have here, Detective Pearson?”

“Captain,” The detective stood up and read from his not