Xander acted fast by giving an order, "Alright, let's hit up Yorehaven PD. Maybe they could lend a hand."

After the meeting, a junior cop was practically glued to Steven, singing his praises. "Mr. Craig, you are a legend! You figured out our next move in a flash!"

I was dying to chime in with the praise, wondering how Steven would react when he cracked the case wide open. But Steven just gave a nonchalant nod. From childhood, he had so many admirers that he got sick of hearing that kind of praise a long time ago.

"Hey, Mr. Craig, hold up!" The young cop suddenly stopped him, plucking a long, curly hair from Steven's jacket.

The cop smirked. "Your missus doing alright?"

Steven's tone was as cold as ice. "None of your business." He snatched the hair and shoved it in his pocket, then strode off.

Left behind, the cop awkwardly rubbed his nose. I wished I could give him a pat on the back, but my hand just passed through him.

I wanted to tell him, if he found my head, he'd see I had short, straight hair. That one on Steven's shoulder belonged to Kelly.

That night I got murdered, Kelly was snuggled up to my husband, leaving behind that little souvenir.

I hadn't been home for three days and my husband hadn't even tried to find me. Last time we argued about Kelly, I crashed at my best friend's place for a few days. He just assumed I was mad again and didn’t want to deal with it.

Then Kelly called him, her voice trembling. "Steven, there's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight and I'm so scared. Can you come stay with me?"

I saw Steven's grip on his phone tighten and loosen. He said, "I'm married, Kelly. It's not really convenient for me to come to your hotel."

Just when I thought he might be showing some common sense, he added, "But you can come to my house. She's not home."

Even Kelly was surprised. "Steven, are you sure? What if she suddenly comes back? We wouldn't be able to explain ourselves."

I snorted. She knew exactly what she was doing and here she was, playing the innocent.

Steven asked, "What do we need to explain to her? This is my home and you’re my friend. Don’t worry about what she thinks."

He sounded so sure of himself. "Besides, she’s not coming back."

Kelly went quiet for a moment, then asked, "How do you know?"

Realizing her tone might've been off, she quickly added, "I mean, did Sabrina get mad at you again?"