Jacqueline Whitney, one of the female officers on the task force, couldn't stand to watch any longer. Her own eyes were rimmed with red as she came over and gently pulled me to my feet.
"Deborah, you need to calm down."
"Justin's death hurts all of us too. But this isn't your fault."
She lifted her gaze, eyes blazing with fury, toward Justin's body.
"What matters right now is catching whoever did this."
"The killer was willing to leave us that letter. Whether it's the handwriting or something else, there has to be a clue in it."
"And Justin was killed right under our noses."
"I refuse to believe the killer didn't slip up somewhere."
They immediately called in the medical examiner to perform an autopsy on Justin.
The results were identical to those of my four dead boyfriends. Exactly the same.
I broke down wailing.
"Am I really cursed?"
"Justin wasn't even my real boyfriend. Does even pretending to be my boyfriend mean a death sentence?"
But right then.
Chief Finch gripped the letter so tightly his fingers trembled. His head snapped up.
"I know who killed him."
