Chapter 210

Elena fiddled with her fingers; it was over a couple of hours since the detectives left her office, but even then, she hadn't still found her composure.

The pictures they had shown her, the words they had told her, It was apparent she was a suspect, and even her genuine reaction of shock and fear did nothing to change their mind.

Detective Rick had gone gentle with her, even told her she didn't have to see the photos taken at the crime scene, but when she demanded it, he splayed it on her desk before her, watching her gasp in horror.

Detective Rick wasn't playing around when he told her the murder was gruesome, bloody, and unlike what he had seen in all his days.

So bad was it that although he had seen it in real, she thought she saw him shudder.

Mason was tied to a pillar, only in bloody white underpants, drenched in blood and skin matter; his flesh had been peeled off, sliced to tiny bits, the raw red underneath gleaming plain and even more painful to the ey